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“Peace?” Sarah Fortune asked, her mouth popping off the thick, turgid rod of cockmeat that was Sejuani’s bitchbreaker. A line of red marked the cock eight inches down, in the vague approximation of her lips. She was able to go deeper and deeper each time she throated her cock, and the pleasure that filled her breast at being able to gobble up her master’s cock never failed to bring a smile to her face. “I thought that the Winter’s Claw didn’t want peace with Avarosa?”

“I didn’t say to stop sucking, slut,” Sejuani replied off-handedly, shuffling and setting her forearm down against the wooden window frame, and Fortune dutifully set her mouth around the tip of her engorged cock. “...It’s true. We don’t, and I don’t. Even so, the minor clans wouldn’t enjoy war at this time of year, and we don’t launch any raids during the Ice-Moon, regardless.” 

Sejuani’s powerful shoulders shrugged, and her muscles rippled in a way that made Fortune coo around her cock. Her master was just so gorgeous in every line and curve, and Fortune was honoured to be servicing her while she was naked. It was a visual treat as stimulating as any orgasm, or so she liked to think, and her breast burned with adoration - while her pussy burned with raw desire. 

“Avarosans are weak, mark my words, Sarah,” Sejuani said idly, and Fortune nodded with the cock stretching out her jaw, letting lewd slurps leave her lips at the same time. “But some - Ashe - are worth some measure of respect. She’s… strong. Good with words.” Sejuani grunted. “It’ll be a cessation of hostilities for the duration of the lunar celebration, and the snowdown… and… Ungh. I don’t know what they want, but I’d listen.”

Sejuani was clearly venting to no one in particular, with Fortune being the only handy sex-toy and bed-warmer she cared enough about to tell her secrets to, and the redhead was fine with that. Her place was by her side, with her mouth wrapped around her cock, and if Sejuani wanted to vent, she’d listen forever. She eagerly slurped at her meaty dick, her head rising and falling, letting it fill out her cheeks and drive into the back of her throat - and then further still, stretching out the lining of it around her girth.

“We’ll see. I imagine it won’t go anywhere - not for long. But… peace during the holidays might bring over some of the lesser clans.” She huffed. “I’m surprised this is even being pushed forward. No one’s ever…” Another huff. “Doesn’t matter.”

Her hand reached down and set itself on Fortune’s head, and fingers started to scratch almost lovingly against her scalp. Sarah preened, even as she pushed herself down another eye-watering inch of cock, feeling it fill out her throat so much that her windpipe was well and truly blocked. 

“Either it ends in some temporary peace,” Sejuani declared, “or we’re at war again. I don’t really care… but at least I’ll get to fuck fresh Avarosan pussy again. They make some of the finest brothel whores, Sarah. Soft and smooth, just like you. Perfect for breaking in a new bed with.”

Fortune frowned as she pushed her head down another inch still, sliding past the red ring of her own lipstick in a desperate bid to take it deeper still. She sputtered wetly and coughed around the cock, throat rippling, but she held herself down even so - and Sejuani laughed, petting her head. 

“Jealous, Sarah?” Sejuani rumbled. “No need to worry. I’ve never had a better whore in my life, and I think you’re going to be my favourite for a long, long time.”

Fortune gurgled around the cock with happiness, turning adoring - if teary - eyes upward. 

“And, besides,” Sejuani continued, “You’ll have plenty of time to show me why you deserve my bed, since you’ll be warming it as we travel to the meeting place.”

The peace summit was held on neutral ground, far away from either tribe’s territory - which wasn’t easy, given their size. It was an old place at the top of a towering hill, and the ring-forts around it told of its ancient history. The Avarsons camped to one side of the topmost fort - less of a fort, really, and more a collection of ancient standing stones and earthworks strung together with tents and silks and all manner of strange designs - while the Winter's claw camped on the opposing side. 

Warriors lingered in the valley below, but not as many as one would have expected. There were less on the upper slopes, and less still at the top. It was only the honour guard of both regents; their oathsworn and bloodsworn, the hearthguard and companions. More than enough for a fight, but not enough for treachery - not that it really mattered. 

Fortune couldn’t say she thought much of the Avarosans. She didn’t care much for them at all, in fact. She looked on them with something close to distaste, even - their skin was shinier than their fellows in the claw; their hair fairer, their eyes lighter, even though they looked otherwise similar to the Claw. In a way, it was funny; Fortune had, at one point, not cared at all about the backwater tribes of the Freljord. Why would she? They were nothing to her, as she was to them. 

And yet, nights spent in Sejuani’s bed, with her head resting on large breasts or her cheek nuzzling against the washboard of her abdominals had given her plenty of time to listen to the Chieftain’s prejudices and lessons - and the Winter’s Claw hated the Avarosans. Weak, they called them; good of blood and yet weak of spine, leading to unworthy inheritors. She believed it, indoctrinated into their way of thinking, and she couldn’t help but want to turn her nose up at every fair-haired and blue-eyed barbarian she saw. 

Ashe, though, was nothing like Fortune expected to see. She had the same blue eyes as anyone else in the Freljord, but hers were a deeper, more royal azure colour; rich, deep, and genuinely beautiful - but no less cold and frigid than Sejuani's. Not out of any deep-seated anger or some natural ego, but the look of someone that was harder than her looks conveyed, and with a sense of superiority borne of self-assurance. Her hair was a stark white, like freshly fallen snow; the most unique colour she’d ever seen, and Fortune couldn’t lie and say it didn’t look amazing.

She was beautiful, too. Sejuani was rough, like an uncut diamond, and gorgeous in her own right - well-built an amazonian, with hard, broad features that made her gorgeous, but Ashe was a typical beauty in the same vein as Fortune herself. Her jawline and cheekbones were so refined and sharp that she swore she could cut herself against them, and her lips full and pouty in a way that begged to be kissed - but a tad too bloodless, as if frostbitten. 

Her body was far softer than Sejuani's, and far more voluptuous besides - not as curvy as Fortune, but then, few were; the Avarosan's chest was large, straining the halter-top of her dress; her waist wide and welcoming, and her toned, soft-looking thighs poking out of a skirt that was far too short for the cold weather. Her entire outfit was skimpy, but she acted like the cold wasn't even a concern in the slightest - even Sejuani wore more insulating outfits when she was outside. 

But Ashe was nothing else like Fortune would have thought otherwise. She was kind, she could tell, and well-spoken in the manner of politicians; but she did not at all look like she wanted to be with the Winter's Claw whatsoever, and her ire simmered just underneath her cool, professional tones. Fortune and Sejuani both had been ready to listen to her schmoozing, or some sort of 'soft-speak', as Sej called it. What they got instead were smooth words whispered with venom, and a cool, calculating gaze like a chess master at work. 

To say the least, it didn't go well. Fortune was sent to attend the two of them in their one-on-one meetings, away from the bigger groups of conversing elders, and so she was privy to the more important discussion - while serving wine and foodstuffs, of course. She then, therefore, had a first-row view of the shipwreck that was the peace summit between the Winter's Claw and the Avarosans - bitter words, curses, and a resentment that very well threatened to boil over into open conflict at a moment's notice. 

Fortune believed in her master, but in the presence of Ashe of Avarosa... she was forced to consider that the fight might not be so clear-cut. 

The first day ended up being a disaster, where Fortune - wearing her classic outfit as she fondly thought of it, but with the top buttons left undone to flash gratuitous cleavage, her leather pants pulled an inch lower around her waist, and the front zipper left scandalously undone - was left to clean up the mess of spilled, spiced wine and hearty ale. The second day was little better, but Sejuani, at least, left without spilling anything or flipping the table, though Ashe's haunting gaze had left the redheaded slave in shivers for the rest of the night. The third day saw them part more amicably, if bitterly, but the fourth day ended up with the same spat words and threat of violence.

The fifth day was turning out much the same, and it made Fortune flinch as she waited by the side, listening to the two utterly gorgeous and completely dangerous tribal leaders go at one another's throats. She could honestly and wholeheartedly understand why the two tribes were at war; pushing aside any thought of 'the soft' or 'the strong', there didn't seem any way or any thing that Ashe and Sejuani could find common ground on. It made Fortune want to laugh; she had been just as uncompromising as a Captain, and this was like standing on her vessel with some fop walking onboard, spitting names and titles - she'd never stand for it.

Only, their 'ship' was the Freljord in whole, and the 'fop' one another. 

"Get over it, Ashe," Sejuani was growling, leaning back in her chair, every muscle tight with the threat of violence.

"What's there to get over?" Ashe asked casually, mulling over a glass of spice wine whose stem rested between her elegant fingers. “I’m simply talking business.”

“No, you’re throwing it in my face,” Sejuani grumbled, teeth almost - almost - bared. 

“I’ve done no such thing,” Ashe replied very simply. “Am I not allowed to mull over spiced wine? It does taste so very nice. Wouldn’t you like some?”

“I don’t -” Sejuani huffed. “Fine. Congratulations; you Avarosans did something useful in this damned war and captured a fucking port. So what?”

Ashe inclined an eyebrow. “There’s no war between us, Sejuani. Your tribe is acting uppity, as always. As such… there was no capture. We simply retook a port we had vacated during the raiding season. Nothing more.”

“ My port.”

“The nature of who owns what is irrelevant,” Ashe shrugged. “...But it was my port.”

“You’re an uppity bitch.”

“And you are an uncivilized barbarian.”

Sejuani barked out a laugh. “Tell that to your husband!”

Ashe’s lips curved in a wholly unpleasant way. “I do. Regularly.”

“Oh, you’re cold, ” Sejuani snorted. “We’d almost be of the same mind, if you weren’t so soft. ”

“What can I say? People love these curves.” Ashe inclined her head. “And I am not talking about the bow.”

Sejuani narrowed her eyes. “And I was talking about neither.”

“I don’t care,” Ashe said flippantly, and Sejuani’s nose scrunched up. She gestured to the side, and Fortune hurried over with obedience that bordered on obsessive. She filled up her Chieftain's tankard without a second thought, her movements precise and perfect, her body leaning over the table in the way that she knew Sej loved. Her breasts hung down under their weight, stressing her cotton top, and her ass filled out her tight pants nicely; normally, Sej would take the opportunity to grope her, but she did nothing at present. 

Instead, her eyes were focused on Ashe - Ashe, who had her own eyes, instead, trailing over Fortune as if she were a choice cut of meat, hanging in an open market. She traced along the curves of Fortune’s body for several long moments before pulling away, a twist to her lips, but she said nothing at all. 

Sejuani made a noise as Fortune pulled back, and the redhead stood by the edge of the table, standing there like a perfect maidservant she was expected to be. “You know, Ashe, I’m getting the feeling that you really don’t give a fuck about negotiating with us.”

Ashe flipped her fingers. “The Elders wanted a break for the festivities this year, to avoid… last year’s repeat.”

“It was your fault for not acquiescing to the Troll’s demands.”

Ashe inclined her head. “A bigger word than I’d give you credit for knowing -”

“-Oh, shut up. ”

A smirk, cool and dangerous. “And it was - and is - your fault for taking them into your ranks.”

“Too strong for the mighty Avarosans?” Offhandedly, Fortune was waved toward Ashe by Sejuani’s idle hand. Almost reluctantly, Fortune moved over to Ashe, as she was meant to, and carefully refilled her glass as well. Ashe’s eyes were on her the entire time, and very much not meeting her eyes - she ogled just as much as Sejuani did normally, only here, it made her skin crawl.

“Thank you, darling,” Ashe hummed, eying her very, very unsubtly, and Fortune tried not to scowl. After a moment and a quick sip, the white-haired Queen turned back toward Sejuani. 

“It’s just funny,” Ashe said smoothly, “that you think they’re under your control.”

“No one belongs to anyone,” Sejuani growled, “That's the point of strength. We are wolves, not sheep -and I, their alpha.”

“Why does everyone compare things to wolves? Compared to the rest of the Freljord, they’re rather paltry.” Ashe shook her head, as if amused. “Regardless - I’ll elaborate. It’s amusing that you think they follow your command.”

“What are you insinuating?”

“Not all games are played with two people,” Ashe said, shrugging. 

“I - “ Sejuani sighed, and rubbed her temples. “So, you don’t want to be here, negotiating. Then, what is the point of this farce?”

“I simply know you’re beyond negotiating,” Ashe said in turn. “But, for now, this will let people celebrate in relative peace. I’m not going to bother offering peace during the harvest, and war during the raiding seasons. I know you bloodthirsty fools won’t be content with half a year of peace.”

“I’m starting to think that you don’t want peace,” Sejuani laughed scornfully, and Fortune watched Ashe's eyebrow tick. “You’re so antagonistic. ”

“Am I?” Ashe cocked her head. “Well, you always bring out the worst in me.”

“Look at you,” Sej continued, sweeping her broad hand out. “You don’t even care that negotiations are falling apart, and that we’ll be at each other’s throats by next moon - or, hell, by the end of the week. You can’t tell me you don’t see how restless our soldiers are getting, huh?”

“Yours lack discipline, is all,” Ashe spoke. 

“What happened to your peace is possible, or unity in the Freljord shtick?” 

Ashe inclined an eyebrow. “The Winter’s Claw happened. And the Iceborn. Oh, and your sheer pigheadedness.”

“It’s about strength. About taking what belongs to one, and not sitting around campfires and building cities. It’s not about breaking tradition. ”

“I’d very happily do that in favour of actually being a kingdom again. ” Ashe shrugged. “But we’ve gone over this all before, haven’t we? One day, you’ll bend the knee, and we can actually get started on making things right. Until then -” Another shrug.

“Big words, nice speech.” Sejuani shrugged as well. “But you know what I think, Ashe?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

There was a single moment where their eyes locked tight - cold azure against frigid ice - and Fortune had to shiver. She couldn’t think of a single time in her life where she’d been in the room with two alpha females, and she could practically feel the danger dripping off them. She’d once thought she was the top dog in any room she walked into, but she knew, now, that she’d just been a silly girl; women like these were the kind that deserved to be on top, and she was just a way for them to take pleasure while they did the important decision-making. 

“What I think,” Sejuani drawled, “Is that you’re too stressed out, Ashe. Tell me: when’s the last time you’ve gotten laid?”

Ashe blinked slowly, and with frosty incredulity. “...What?”

“You heard me.” Sejuani leaned back in her seat. “When’s the last time you’ve emptied out a load? Because you’re acting like a raider that’s just come of age and can’t think straight without getting laid.”

Ashe set her jaw. “My sexlife is of no concern to you, barbarian.”

“I’ve seen plenty of warriors with you - big, buff men and women - but those aren’t your style, are they?” Sejuani sent her a lopsided grin, and Ashe cocked her chin up. “Is that it? You’re angry with me, with the war, with the Claw, and you’re horny. A bad combination, to be sure.”

“There is a time for sex and a time for talk,” Ashe said dryly. “I understand you don’t know the difference.”

“Look, Ashe,” Sejuani said simply, “It’s a little bad for both of us if these talks go south. Both our tribes seem to not want to fight this year during the festivities, and I’m… somewhat inclined to agree. No, I don’t think lasting peace with you is possible, but I’d give us a month.” The powerful woman settled back in her seat. “But for that, you need to be clear-headed - because you’ve only made it blatant that you’re anything but.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“You’re clearly frustrated, Ashe,” Sejuani sighed. “Look - I have much better shit to be doing than trading insults with you all day. Our tribes want a brief ceasefire, and that’s fine, but at the rate we’re going the only thing that’s going to happen is a battle. You need to cool the fuck off, Ashe.”

Ashe sighed and tilted her head back. “Is this what you’re going to argue for, now? You think I’m overstressed? ”

“I think that you haven’t had a good fuck in too long,” Sejuani said firmly. “And that husband of yours is certainly not helping.”

“That’s my problem, not yours.”

“You’re doing a damn good job of making it my problem right now,” Sejuani said impatiently, shaking her head. “Look, you obviously need a way to take a quick break - something to work off your frustrations with, and I don’t see anyone at all in your camp that’s going to help with that.”

She leaned back even further. “So, let me help with that, Ashe. As a show of good faith, I’ll lend you my favourite woman for the duration of our talks. As per the - heh - rules of hospitality, I won’t wage war with my girl under your roof.”

Ashe merely blinked, while Fortune, instead, frowned. “You want to… offer me a girl. Sejuani, has the cold frozen all of your brain cells, or -”

“Shut up, Ashe,” Sejuani laughed, as if she were a schoolgirl. “You haven’t stopped staring at the fine piece of redheaded ass beside you for -fuck, the last four days. ”

Fortune’s eyes went wide, and she cast a panicked look at Sejuani. She said nothing, though, knowing her place wasn’t to speak, and only shivered as Ashe cast a look at her. 

“...Well.” Ashe inclined her head. “I had been curious how someone like you found someone so… attractive.”

"You can say what you're thinking," Sejuani laughed. "How I found someone so fucking perfect looking - body of a goddess, designed for the bedroom."

"Quaint." Ashe smirked. "But I'll admit that she's certainly a looker." Her eyes unsubtly checked Fortune out in a way that left her cheeks red, and her jaw tightening with shame. The mere thought of someone other than her Chieftain checking her out was enough to make her angry - she belonged to Sejuani, not some jumped-up Avarosan. "I approve. Certainly not a Freljordian, though."

"She was captured, and I purchased her."

"A slave. How disgusting." Ashe's lips twitched. "A vile practice."

"Are you telling me you'd set this fine piece of ass on her way?" Sejuani raised her eyebrows. "Grant her freedom?"

Ashe sniffed. "Of course. I'm not uncouth. I'd just... offer her the kind of job one couldn't resist, is all."

Fortune stared between them with wide eyes, not believing what she was hearing. 

Sejuani smiled, as if to say 'I knew it'. "Well, Ashe, there's the deal. You can have Sarah here for the duration of our talks, as a little... sweetener for the deal, or whatever. Sell it to your Elders, say that it's a show of good faith in our peace talks. Use her to work off those frustrations, and come here with a clear head and clearer balls."

Ashe smiled colly, while Fortune baulked at her master. "You think I'd want one of your used slaves, Sejuani, or that I'd even think of accepting such an offer."

"You want to, Ashe, admit it," Sejuani chuckled. "She's probably the sexiest thing you've ever seen, and if you're half as horny and repressed as I think you are, you'll need someone like her. Trust me, she fucks like she was designed by the goddess of lust herself. She'd drain every load out of you and then some, and the bitch doesn't get tired - ever." Her cool eyes glimmered with mirth. "Granted, I doubt you could properly fuck her like I do, nor last half as long, yet -"

"There's more to sex than brute force," Ashe said, rolling her eyes.

"Sure, sure." The Warmother waved her hand. "Look - I doubt your husband bothers taking care of your real needs, if he even sleeps with you at all; and I know a soft, buxom redhead like Sarah is right up your alley. So - take her, say she's an advance on this little deal thing, calm everyone in your camp the fuck down, use her to relax for once in your life and get the stick out of your ass, and then... we'll talk."

Ashe stared. "Crude."

"It's the truth." Sejuani waved at Fortune. "But she's yours, if you'll have her. Let her show you a good time, and all that. Keep that bed warm for a few days, so you don't have to go cold like you do at home, or whatever. Clear your mind."

"I don't want your used-up sex-toys," Ashe sighed, dismissively waving her hand - before her fingers clicked, and she ran her tongue over pink lips. "However, I am not going to deny that it would be a show of good face, and would make this affair look... better than it has been so far. At least, it will reflect well on us, and make things appear as if they're progressing, so I accept your generous offer."

Ashe tilted her head toward Fortune. "She'll share our hearth until we are done here."

"...Oh, just admit you want to fuck the shit out of her, Ashe."

"I will do no such thing. I am a good wife, and my virtue is beyond question." Ashe tilted her head further. "I simply won't reject an olive branch like so."

Sejuani just laughed. "Sure. That'll last until you send her back to me pumped full of cum, right?"

"I - Warmother," Fortune stammered, looking between them tentatively. "I, ah, don't think -"

"Sarah," Sejuani rumbled firmly, a hint of mirth in her voice, "you'll be a good girl for me, yes?"

Fortune swallowed hard. "Yes, my Chieftain."

"And if I tell you to whore yourself out to my rival, you will do it," Sejuani enunciated clearly, "because I am the one that told you to do it - correct?"

Fortune bit her lip. "Yes, Warmother."

"Yes," Sejuani repeated, a smile on her lips. "Ah, there's that fire in your eyes. Fuck, you don't even realize how hot that is -"

"Must you flirt while I'm still in the room?" Ashe asked, cold and imperious, and Sejuani laughed.

"Jealous, Ashe?"

"Absolutely not," she said calmly, but her eyes lingered on Fortune's for far too long. "...Regardless. It's been a long day, and I am tired of this. We'll reconvene tomorrow." 

She stood up, and it was Sejuani's turn to baulk. "Ashe, you - you don't just dismiss me ."

"I have, apparently," Ashe said wryly, and for a moment, the part of Fortune that admired the strength in Sejuani fawned over Ashe. There was something so undeniably hot in that level of power and confidence... 

Ashe's cool eyes flicked over to Fortune, and lingered for another long moment. "Send... Sarah, was it? Send Sarah over to me directly, in my camp, once she's available."

Sejuani forgot her indignation as she raised an eyebrow, clearly curious and amused by Ashe's hot-and-cold routine. "Oh, she'll be showered, powdered, and everything."

"I'm not asking for you to send me a whore," Ashe scoffed, but there was no hiding the fire in her own eyes. "...Just this fine young woman will do."

Fortune could only gulp.

“Warmother,” Fortune began tentatively, “Sejuani…”

“Sarah,” Sejuani rumbled in a voice like grinding iceblocks, making Fortune feel faint in the knees. “Did I give you leave to speak?”

“No,” Sarah said, running a pink tongue over luscious red lips. “When you do, let me know.”

Sejuani inclined a brow. “You’d be the first.”

“So in the meantime,” Fortune pressed, following along with Sejuani’s broad stride as if she were a puppy, “I have to ask - why ?”

“There’s that fire, ” Sejuani chuckled, her voice a mixture of lust, desire, amusement, and incredulity. “But women like you don’t have a place to ask why. ”

“Begging your pardon, my Warmother,” Sarah said quickly, her voice a soft rush, her red head dipping down in a bow. “I just - it’s just -”

“Are you not my woman, Sarah?” Sejuani asked pointedly, spinning on her heel and coming face to face with the buxom captain. Fortune stopped just short, only barely stopping herself from slamming into Sejuani’s broad, muscled body, leaving her not even an inch away - their chests were practically grazing. Sejuani hovered her, tall, immense, and muscled, her bare skin lined with temporary blue warpaint, and Fortune had to bite down on her low lip to suppress her sudden desire to worship her. 

“I - I am,” she whimpered.

“And that means I do what I want with you,” Sejuani said carefully, “Even if it means letting every person in both camps have their way with you. Now, you’re far too valuable for that, I’ll admit it; but if I tell you to fuck someone for my own benefit, you’re going to do it. ”

“I - I hear and obey,” she said, just as quietly. She paused, bit her lip, and carefully avoided Sejuani’s piercing stare. “I j-just… She’s Avarosan… ”

“So you have enough good sense to know the difference,” the Warmother laughed. She set a broad hand on Fortune’s shoulder, and the busty redhead resisted the urge to sink down and start kissing whatever was in reach. “It’s true. I wouldn’t waste you on Avarosans. They’re weak.”

She paused, and tilted her hard-edged jaw. “Tell me, out of curiosity. Is Ashe weak?”

Fortune blinked, and then paused herself. Instinctively, she wanted to say yes. That was the right answer, she was sure. It was also a lie, and -

“And don’t bother telling me a lie,” she continued. “I will know.”

And there it is. Fortune swallowed hard. “Ah… She doesn’t appear.... Soft.”

“No,” the Warmother mused, “I daresay she doesn’t. Time and tide has made her harder. It’s almost… funny.”

It appeared as though Sejuani was musing to herself, and Fortune, wisely, said nothing. She didn’t dare it. 

“I will be blatant. You are property of the Winter’s Claw, and only one with the strength to take you would deserve you. That person is me. ” Sejuani’s eyes focused down with an intensity that burned. “But, if it wasn’t - there are only a few people I could imagine attempting to tame a wild mare like you.”

Fortune worked her jaw. “Warmother, I - I don’t wish to be, uhm, warming the bed of another -”

She almost flushed to say it, but her place was by Sejuani. She knew that, now. But someone else? That spurred up the feelings of the woman she had been not so long ago, which rankled at the thought of anyone pawing at her body. 

Sejuani cocked her head a little further still as if in reply, and her lips twitched. “...You will service Ashe, until our talks are done. A day, a week, a month - whatever, however. I’m going to order you there, Sarah, and that’s it. At that point, your hers, to do with as she wills. A temporary loan of property.”

Sejuani half-turned away. “Fight her, don’t; I do not care. Be as you were with me, in the beginning, or bend over at her leisure; whatever suits you, Sarah.” A shrug came, and one that was particularly mocking - like the begrudging acknowledgment of one that found another of their ilk, or, perhaps, the amusement of someone that knew a hidden truth. “Just don’t expect any of my tender mercies.”

Sarah stared for a long moment before bowing her head. She recognized when her Chieftain was done talking, and when the time for conversation was done. She knew her place.

“As you will it,” she said deferentially, head bowed fully in submission, gnawing on a lower lip.

“Oh,” Sejuani said after a long moment, a laugh in her voice, “I have just the outfit for you to wear. Just in case Ashe doesn’t - ah, how do you sea-folk say it? Take the bait ?”

Fortune tried not to dwell on the strange feeling in her stomach.

Everyone’s eyes were on her as she was led through the Avarosan camp, and into their heart. Eyes of rich blue and deep black focused on her busty, voluptuous body as she was calmly led through, and she could feel judgmental stares with each step. They weren’t like the Winter’s Claw, which would jeer and compliment, or avert their eyes once they realized who she belonged to. Here it was all repressed silence, almost condemning her for her scandalous appearance, but not because they disliked it; it was because they did, and knew they couldn’t have a taste. 

It almost made her want to scoff - too virtuous, she thought, and virtue wasn’t something she’d approved of back in Bilgewater, even if it hadn’t been fucked out of her by Sejuani. However, she was too busy focusing on not flushing in embarrassment, or shivering from the cold. The outfit covered far too little, and was barely enough to stop her skin from prickling with gooseflesh. 

She was led to the central tent, which was strung between ancient pillars and masonry that could have been a court or a dining hall in an age of raiders; she could make out frayed tapestries on the stone and round shields set in careful indents, among the remains of what could have been furs. The tenting was massive, stretching out as wide as Sejuani’s did, but was far less… warm, in a way. The Winter’s Claw favoured the pelts of great beasts, and weapons aplenty to decorate the place; everything in the Avarosan tent was clinical and precise, neat and organized, with silks and dyed clothes to serve as decoration. It was far less barbarian looking, that was for sure, but somehow - for reason - it didn’t suit Fortune. 

She was guided into the main part of the tent, past rows of connecting cloth lines, and into, presumably, Ashe’s lofty quarters. At least, the public area, for a table dominated one section of the room, and a throne -rather, a fancy and portable chair, but a throne all the same - was set to one end, on a raised platform. The symbol of Avarosa was set on the floor, and the area around it was richly decorated with proper rugs, the make fancy and rich, and smokeless candles burned among wooden rafters. 

Ashe was there, beside the war-table, amid her advisors and Elders in their rich, azure cloth, thrown over brown leather and gold trimming. Sejuani would lean on her table, hands pressed to the surface, folding over it just like she folded over Fortune oh-so-deliciously-dominantly. Ashe, though, stood beside it, looking down, one hand on the edge and the other crossed and set behind the small of her back - spine straight, chin up, regal and royal. She spoke with her fellows as if she was one of them, but there was such a clear disparity in power and authority that it was almost comical to watch. 

All eyes turned to her entrance. Some, at first, looked offended at the intrusion, but Ashe had asked for her directly, and it was clear from Ashe’s impassive gaze that it was an expected interruption. The Frost Archer herself stared very pointedly at Fortune, and the redhead blushed and fidgeted just a fraction - maybe not even enough to be noticeable. She couldn’t blame any of them, really - she hadn’t, exactly, been dressed for modesty, but rather provocation; and it was working, by her judgment.

Sejuani had chosen to dress her exactly like a harem slave. Her curvaceous body was wrapped up in nothing more than Freljordian silks - a bra of sheer fabric, almost transparent, save for the dark blue colouration that masked her nipples. It was strung around her underboob and reached up, toward her neckline. It only covered a third of her breasts, just across her nipple, leaving her sideboob bulging and her cleavage thick. It also provided no support at all, given that it was silk; the large, fleshy mounds just slumped against the cloth, forcing it down under their weight. It winded up and around the back of her neck, where it was fastened by a golden clasp - which was, in turn, secured to a degrading collar, made of leather and metal links.

A chain was connected to it, but one that was almost insubstantial - simple loops of gold, tiny and elegant, trailing all the way down to her feet. It wasn’t for securing her in place like a slave, but for manhandling her, and she held it awkwardly in one hand. Necklaces vied for attention around her slender neck, and the stone-laden links plunged down into her cleavage - purely there to outline the swollen curves. It wasn’t the only finery she wore, and though her arms and legs were wholly unclothed, they were decorated with golden bangles around her forearms - two to one side, one on the other - with three more on each wrist.

 Her stomach was bare from underboob to pelvis - a long track of creamy, white skin, perfectly flat and soft-looking, allowing the Freljordians to admire the curve of her waist and the sweep of her fertile hips. It was only broken up by a golden chain attached to her navel - not pierced, but a temporary binding to complete the look. There was nothing more than a loincloth strung around her hips, serving to protect her modesty - a string of it winding around the broad swells in a little line, barely thicker than her pinky finger and dotted with icy sapphires, until it reached the crook of her thighs and extended into a long triangle of blue silk. 

She looked like a slave, which the Avarosans abhorred. She looked like a member of Sejuani’s harem, which they detested. She looked like a whore, which they disapproved of. All of them, men, women, and futanari, looked like they wanted to fuck her, and Ashe looked at her like she was a starving woman in the middle of the frozen tundra and faced with a homecooked meal.

Fortune just shuffled, arm crossed around her belly and the other haphazardly across her chest, as if to guard her naked flesh. She wasn’t sure what to do or say, and it was clear enough that Ashe was in the middle of some important work with her closest advisors - not something that she could just walk into. And yet, there wasn’t a hint of hesitation or annoyance in Ashe’s gaze. She stared at the redhead that had just popped into her midst with clear eyes, and then casually turned to her complement of Avarosans as if nothing at all had happened.

“We will reconvene on the morrow,” their Queen said, smooth and precise. The others shuffled just a bit, as if surprised that their Queen was willing to forgo their meeting in favour of talking with Sejuani’s whore, but they said nothing. Much like it was with Sejuani, it was entirely clear that Ashe would give them no such leeway. Not now, at least. “That will be all.”

Advisor’s bowed, and a few set kisses on the back of Ashe’s hand as they left. Ashe looked as if she was just indulging them, with little care to their action. She stared at Fortune in a way that left her wholly uncomfortable, and she only fidgeted all the more as Avarosans filed past her, guided out by Royal Hearthguard. They, too, left at a sign from Ashe, and complied without any sort of protest. Sejuani would never have allowed anything like it; she wouldn’t have people bow as they did, or kiss the back of her hand, or have her elite submit so easily; she had the power to do it, and regularly exercised it, but it was all about the exercise of power. Ashe acted like a person who just had it by nature, and Fortune wanted to hate that - it was against the Winter’s Claw’s ways - but… she couldn’t.

Confidence is attractive, she told herself, without really thinking.

“Sarah Fortune,” Ashe said, stepping away from her table. There was a light smile on her lips, a curve that was almost adoring. “Welcome to the Avarosan camp.”

Sarah licked her lips carefully. “You’d… asked for me to be sent to you directly, so... Here I am.”

“So I see.” Ashe tilted her head, the look in her eyes almost coy. “And so tastefully dressed, too.”

“I am how my Warmother wished to present me,” she said neutrally, eyes shifting away from Ashe’s. It was almost harder to meet them than Sejuani’s; Ashe’s looked like frost given life. 

“It certainly is a treat,” the Queen said smoothly, her eyes scanning up and down with very clear interest. “I don’t think I’ve had someone quite so beautiful in my court in… oh, some time.”

“Thank you,” Fortune replied, her tone curt and clipped. 

Ashe lifted an immaculate white brow. “Is that how you talk to a Queen?”

Fortune’s mouth flapped for a single second. “That’s how we talk in the Winter’s Claw.”

“But you’re not one of theirs, are you? I don’t see markings on that gorgeous skin yet.” Ashe didn’t walk toward her so much as sauntered; hips swinging seductively, her breasts bouncing just a bit. “Normally they brand much sooner…”

“Sejuani likes how I look,” she said as simply as she could, and tried not to glower or shiver as Ashe circled her like a hawk, setting a tender finger down on her shoulder and tracing up. 

“First names?” The Frost Archer chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t mind you calling me Ashe, either… but I'd appreciate a my Queen. ” 

“I’ll consider it,” she said dryly, shifting away from Ashe’s trailing finger. It was remarkably cold, and made her skin prickle at the touch. 

“Quaint.” Ashe’s perfect lips curved in a smile. “But it wasn’t a request, nor an ask.”

Fortune inclined her head. “ Quaint. ”

Ashe’s eyes narrowed a fraction, but she said nothing. She slipped around Miss Fortune with a confidant step, her hand trailing over the back of her neck and gently tracing along the edge of her collar, making the redhead flush just that little bit more. “I’m inclined to agree. With the skin, that is - too beautiful to mar with silly marks.”

“I’m flattered.” Fortune watched as Ashe finished circling around her, in a manner that was just as dominant and just as predatory as Sejuani. 

“I wouldn’t want to tell Sejuani this,” Ashe continued, using a queenly hand to flip her white hair over her shoulder, “but I was rather pleased with her offer. You are extremely enticing, I must admit… and that outfit of yours is doing you many favours.”

“I thought you were too good for this?” Fortune couldn’t resist tilting her chin up, imperious and demanding. “Too good for me?”

“How hostile,” Ashe purred almost immediately, smirking at Sarah. “I am too good for Sejuani’s wiles, just as you are too good for the likes of her.”

“The flattery won’t get you far, I’m afraid,” the redhead hummed, jaw firm and lips tight, but a smile was plastered on her face even so. 

“Luckily, you’re mine to use as I see fit - aren’t you?” Ashe looked at her from over her pale shoulder, her feet carrying her to her throne. 

Fortune smirked. “I wasn’t aware that a Queen would be so quick to shirk her duties just to lay with some whore -”

“I wasn’t aware that I gave you leave to speak,” Ashe said casually, almost conversationally, but her voice cut through the room and Fortune’s defiance like a razor-cold wind in a blizzard, and the fiery redhead fell silent. There was a moment of calm where Ashe just walked over to her chair, and an almost smug silence before she decided to finish speaking. “I don’t often indulge, but with a woman like yourself… I’m not opposed to the idea. So, Sarah - indulge me.”

Fortune grit her teeth and set her jaw, but plastered a bigger, more eager smile on her lips. “And how might I do that, Ashe?”

“ Queen Ashe,” she amended. “I didn’t get the title for nothing, and I do love a good power fantasy once and a while.” 

“Queen,” she followed as prompted, practically biting out the word. 

“I have not had someone use their mouth on me in some time,” Ashe admitted, casually setting herself down on her throne. She moved with liquid grace, like a skater on ice, and folded herself in the queenly chair with all the regal air that Fortune expected. Technically, it was her first time being in front of royalty of any kind, and her feelings were… mixed, to say the least. 

“As you wish,” Fortune said, almost mockingly, “ your highness .”

Ashe only inclined an eyebrow, but made no comment as Fortune sauntered forward, hips swaying in her natural walk. Ashe seemed fascinated by the swing of her hips and the sight of her bare belly, and her eyes fastened on the little chains and decorations hanging from her buxom frame. She looked pleased, in the manner of a smug cat. Fortune, might as she wanted to be anywhere else but there, didn't disguise her femininity or sensuality just for an Avarosan - she was still Sarah Fortune, and she was still a gorgeous bombshell of a woman. 

She stopped at the foot of Ashe's little throne, a smile playing at her lips. "Like this?"

"Like what?" Ashe inclined her head and set a hand on the armrest of her throne. "I did say I want your mouth to service me, did I not?"

Ashe cocked her head, regarding her carefully. Fortune, though, was already sinking down, dropping to her knees with the same reluctant smile plastered on her pretty face, her hands hesitantly setting themselves on Ashe's knees - only barely, though, and they hovered as if wary. Her body folded underneath her, legs pushing forward and her spine bending, but she was tight and coiled - ready to spring, almost. 

"Better?" She asked pointedly, still smiling her fake smile. Her mind thought about how soft Ashe's knees were, and how much she'd rather be with Sejauni right then. 

"Significantly," Ashe drawled, still eyeing her curiously. After a long moment her fingers flicked out, and she smirked down. "I imagine you've some skill doing this, so I'll leave it in your capable hands, Sarah."

Fortune's jaw went tight as she lowered her head, internally prickling at the thought that she was about to suck the dick of someone other than her Sejuani - but she had no choice but to do it, as her Warchief had made perfectly clear. This was her place until she could go home, and that was that. Her hands crept up Ashe's legs with trepidation, ghosting along the smooth thighs and reaching to pull at her dress - rolling the hemline up by the inch, slipping it up and over well-formed legs. Ashe just watched her work, her expression far too smug for Fortune to bear looking at, and she kept her eyes firmly down. 

There were always moments of surprise in her life, but there were very rare times when she was surprised by what someone had in their pants. It had happened a handful of times - she could count them on one hand, probably - and Sejuani had been the latest and crowning achievement of her list. Fortune, however, was begrudgingly forced to add another to that list, because when Ashe's cock was exposed, her brain was left baulking. 

She wasn't as thick as Sejuani, that was for sure. Sejuani's veiny length was at least twice hers in girth; the size of the warmother's own wrist, whereas Ashe's was as thick as Fortune's. It was also smoother, and far more slender; Sej's, of course, was more feminine than a man's shaft, but Ashe's was like a pole of polished ice, all slender curves and elegant sweeps, without any hint of a blemish. It was also massive - it must have had an inch or two on Sej's bitchbreaker, and it, alone, could pummel Fortune's womb into submission.

Of course, she thought nervously, the two competing rules of the Freljord would be hung as fucking horses. One's the thickest damn dick I've ever seen in my life, and the other is the longest. F-fuck...

She swallowed hard. 

"Are you admiring?" Ashe asked, her every word laced with amusement. "That impressive, am I? I'm almost ashamed for Sejuani, then - "

"Don't you dare talk about her like that," Fortune suddenly hissed, and Ashe's face went still.

"...Interesting," was all Ashe said, after a too-long moment of uncomfortable silence. "...Well, I don't wish to be antagonistic. Please, Sarah, be a dear and show me what that mouth of yours can do."

Fortune lowered her head toward the thick, throbbing slab of dickmeat, her hand tentatively reaching around it. She lifted it away from Ashe's thigh, and felt the shaft pulsate in response to her smooth fingers- but even as soft as her fingers weer, as womanly as her hand was, Ashe's cock was smoother, like silk draped around a pole. her hand almost slipped against it, in fact, as if it was made of ice it was so smooth that traction seemed impossible. It was also cooler than she expected a cock to be - Sej's seemed to radiate an inner heat, given that it was a huge, hulking log of dick, thrumming with blood, but Ashe's was almost cool. 

Ashe's eyes glimmered down at her as her fingers wrapped around the thick, solid girth, and her palm pressed in against a flank. She couldn't hold it very firmly, for it was too smooth - but she could easily pump her palm along the throbbing length, given that she was sliding like she was on ice. She gave it a slow pump from base to tip, feeling every inch slide past her fingers without a hint of friction, and she almost marvelled at it. It couldn't have been normal - but then, Ashe looked like she was a sculpture, so... 

fuck. Fortune bit her lip. If all these chiefs and shit are hung like horses and this damn sexually frustrated, no wonder they can't think with their brains. The blood is wasted on the wrong head. 

She swallowed thickly as Ashe hummed, fingernails tapping against the edge of her seat. Fortune's hand crept onto her thigh and pressed down, while the other experimentally squeezed the thick cock. It fluttered pleasantly under her hand, but it was otherwise solid - the soft skin masking an iron-solid length. She could practically feel Ashe's repressed need rolling through her cock, and it made her bite down on her lip even harder. Her eyes slipped down to the thick, swollen set of balls decorated the base of her shaft - still set against the chair, but with the skirt rolled up, perfectly visible.

They were massive - as large as Sej's, but they looked far more swollen. The skin was almost bulging, the skin appearing as rubbery and gravid as an overstressed sack of water, and she could only imagine how many loads Ashe had backed up. She'd often heard such a phrase back in the Claw, and always from soldiers that were away on months-long missions out in the wilderness. When they came back, they spend furious nights fucking, using the pubic relief whores, leaving them plastered with cum and swollen with seed. 

And Ashe... looked three times as worse as them.

Fortune licked her lips as her hand pulled at the cock tentatively, her grasp almost weary. She didn't quite grab it as she stroked along, and simply let it slide against her buttery-smooth palm. She ran along the many engorged inches, trying to understand just how it was that Ashe was so damn hung, and ignoring the part of her that wanted to be impressed. Finger glided as she almost glowered, brow furrowed tight, her teeth gnawing at a plump lower lip. Her face was a mask of concentration, and it was just because she didn't want to admit that Ashe was probably the longest cock she'd ever seen.

"Such a face," Ashe mused, staring down at her. "So sullen. It was implied you were good at this."

"For my Chieftain," Miss Fortune said, barely avoiding biting out the words. 

"Then by all means," the white-haired woman tittered, "show me."

The implication wasn't lost on her. Ashe was comparing herself - no, she was saying that she was Fortune's chieftain, and it rankled the redhead. She only barely bit back a retort and smiled instead. She didn't speak, and it wasn't out of fear as it had been with Sej. It was only out of respect and adoration for her true owner that she went along with Ashe's demands, and lowered her face down to the thick, hard girlmeat standing between her athletic thighs. She would sabotage her master's plans out of defiance - but it certainly didn't mean she had to like it. 

Ashe hummed as Fortune's tongue lolled from her mouth and set itself against the hard underside of her vascular cock, the pink contrasting with the pale white. The buxom redhead dragged the muscle up along the underside with a roll of her head, rising up in time with her tongue, caressing the pulsating girth. It was terrifyingly long, and it took a considerable amount of time to even get her tongue all the way from base to tip - and Ashe stared with a perked eyebrow and an amused smile. 

Fortune scowled and turned her attention to the cock. Her tongue rolled off the head with an almost dainty lick before the very tip ran under the bulbous rim, drawing out a little huff from the futa's lips. She pulled down before pulling away, and setting her tongue down against the vague midpoint. Her tongue licked up, leaving a broad trail of wetness, before sweeping aside in a swish. The pink muscle curled as it travelled across the girth, moving around the engorged flanks and over the pulsating underside, before pulling away entirely again. 

She pulled back, eyeing the cock intensely, and rubbed at it with her gently squeezing hand. At some points she was barely holding the cock, just ghosting over the many pale inches with each twitch of her wrist, and at others she was pressing in with just token strength. She kept the cock steady, though, as her head moved down, red hair falling about her shoulders as she pressed her lips against the upper third of cock and kisses; a tentative, open-mouthed kiss that exposed Ashe's oddly cool shaft to the heat of her mouth.

Ashe ran her tongue over her lips as she stared down, but unlike Sejuani, her expression was unreadable. It almost appeared as if she were checking her nails as Fortune's mouth swept in, planting another gentle kiss against the cock, and then another. Even with just token strength the plush tires sank down, forming soft cushions, and drew back with a gentle dose of saliva. The cock was hard against her mouth, and Fortune tried not to think about how marvellously stiff it was; how it called to that now broken and womanly part of her hope that craved a good she-stud. 

Her tongue lapped at the mango engorged inches, running along it at a careful, rolling pace. It swept along the engorged flanks and over the underside, caressing the pulsating dickmeat with her softness, before lips pressed on. There was no hunger or vigour to her motions, but the velvet softness was still enough to make the cock thrum with desire - and the movements of her tongue skilled enough to make Ashe sigh, all the same. She was far better than any other woman even when reluctant, and she knew it. 

"You know," Ashe said abruptly, staring down as Fortune's lips rubbed against the crown of her cock, "I imagined something… more. Sejuani does not praise anyone, so I thought… well."

"Sejuani is my Chieftain," Fortune drawled, her lips set right against the head and her words rolling through the fat length, "and so I please her as she deserves. However, I'd you are unsatisfied, I can fetch another -"

Ashe sighed, and like the winter storm, it cut Fortune down to size. "No. I want you, my gorgeous redhead, to show me your skills." She smiled, and if was like the sun cutting through fog. "Please. There's no need for reluctance."

It didn't persuade Fortune, and there was most certainly cause for reluctance, but she would not argue against her assigned role. Her hand grasped tighter without a second pause and her head dipped down, if only to avoid Ashe's soft smile, and pressed down against the head with more vigour. She swept down with a needy kiss, plucking at the pale, stiff cockles, rolling it between her lips as she moved down. Her open mouthed kisses layered the cock with saliva, the sudden intensity of her assault drawing out a more plaintive throb, while the base fluttered against her suddenly squeezing hands.

She pumped her fist along the bottom inches, applying more pressure than she will even with Sej - purely to make Ashe uncomfortable, but the Frost Archer took it gladly. She watches as the redhead redoubled her efforts, sweeping along her cock with needy kisses and a pumping fist, fingers wrapped tight- or, as tight as they could. Though her dick was not as thick, it was still far more so than any other cock, and one hand could not even hope to surround it. She merely plucked at the skin with firm fingers as her tongue lapped at it in tongue, full licks, leaving the far too pale cock dripping with saliva. 

"Come, now," Ashe said regardless, "you can do better, Sarah."

Fortune rankled, but set her jaw and worked at the dick all the same. She swept up along it, peppering the broad girth with kisses and the eager rolls of her tongue, licking at it with wide swipes. Her hand pumped at the bottom half, her grasp firm, while her head worked her gradual way up. Saliva left her mouth freely, though her brow was furrowed and annoyed- she followed along as ordered, working at the shaft with diligence, stopping just short of assaulting it with all her might. 

She rose toward the head and ran her tongue around the sensitive glans, and Ashe sighed. Fortune allowed herself a brief smirk before pressing her lips against the sponged mass and applied pressure, and felt it throb in reply. She swept it into her mouth with a loud slurp, letting it delve an inch into the welcoming heat, and held it there. Surrounded by warmth and softness and the intoxicating promise of more, Ashe let out a groan, nails tapping on her throne. Fortune popped off the head instead of going down on it, and kissed her way back along the vascular underside- inch by inch, teasing and slow. 

Once she reached her pumping fingers she worked her way back up, this time licking with the broad flat of her tongue. It was soon sweeping around the head, coaxing it back inside her mouth, and Fortune surrounded it in warmth. She went down, letting the abnormally cool cock to push between her lips and into the liquid heat beyond, and Ashe's lashes fluttered at the pleasant sensations rolling against her thickness. Her head rolled down smoothly, taking inch after inch of the cock between her plump lips and allowing it to slide against the soft carpet of her tongue. She pushed down, letting it fill out her cheeks, and rolling her tongue against the vascular curves. She worked at the dense, hard rod, bathing it in the liquid heat of her mouth, and she heard Ashe's breathing hike in reply. Fortune ignored it, though, instead of taking pride as she might with Sejuani, and just focused on taking the girldick into her mouth.

She pressed down, letting the inches bathe in the saliva, while her tongue worked at the inches of stiff meat. There wasn't much in her mouth, and the dick's tip didn't even touch the entrance of her throat, but she was already sliding off it, pulling back with a lewd squelch and rising up with a tight press of her lips. The cock was extracted from her lips inch by glistening inch, and it did so with the kind of frictionless rubbing that made her lips tingle - the cock so polished and smooth that there wasn't anything to give even a hint of traction. 

She went back down again, smooth and even, while her hand pulled and pumped at the stiff cockflesh beyond. Her red head sank down, gobbling up the first third of stiff cock - four inches, maybe just a touch more, while her hand pumped along the rest of the glistening, white-fleshed length. Her lips surrounded it and caressed the stiffness as he worked her head back and forth, easily running the soft masses against the turgid hardness, while her tongue tickled and lapped. The movements of her head were easy and smooth, and the twitches of her neck rolling and sinful; an easy, skilled BJ that left Ashe moaning under her breath.

She didn't look satisfied, though. She stared down at Fortune very intently, watching the bob of her head and the pull of her lips. Her hand was held up in a vaguely regal manner, with her elbow braced against the armrest of her chair, and her eyes were focused on the bobbing head of red hair. She sighed and moaned all the same as Fortune pulled at her cock, hand gripping nice and tight and her lips surrounding it in softness. It pushed into her hot mouth and throbbed happily, and Ashe, though seemingly dissatisfied, still took pleasure in the sensation of the blowjob. 

"Come, now," she drawled, her voice surprisingly gentle and sweet. Her hand came to a rest on the top of Fortune's hair, and just hovered there. Sejuani would have slammed her down on her cock, but Ashe just hovered, gentle and light -coaxing, but not demanding. "You can do better than that."

Fortune glared as her head went down further, letting the dickhead push into the entrance of her throat without a hint of effort on her part. Her lips squeezed down firmer as she added a second hand to the mix, internally annoyed that the Queen wasn't taking her blowjob seriously and daring to ask for more - she was Sejuani's woman, not hers, and she couldn't make those demands. Still, she complied, if visibly hesitantly. Her hands surrounded it, wrapping it in tightness, and she pulled and stroked at the cock - hands gliding, palms sliding as if on ice - with a grip tight enough to make the dick flutter.

Her mouth gobbled up two more inches than before, jamming half of the oversized pole into her mouth. The dickhead breached the entrance of her spongey throat, and Ashe let out a louder, more satisfying sound, though Fortune bristled. Her eyes twitched as she pulled back, letting the cock slip through her mouth with a rush of saliva, before driving back down again and letting the walnut-sized head slip into her throat. Her head rolled time and time again, bobbing on the cock, with Fortune painfully aware of Ashe's hand all the while.

Ashe, however, sighed. She applied even more pressure on the top of her head, forcing Fortune down another inch on her cock - a casual, easy movement, not at all one of force, just one of pure dominance. Sejuani was brute force, and Ashe was all finesse, and the casual push of her hand made that perfectly, blatantly clear. Fortune sputtered indignantly as she was forced down just that little bit more, and glared up at the Queen - and found her glaring back in turn.

"My," she hummed, "such a fierce look. Why are you reluctant, Sarah? Shouldn't you be nice and compliant for me, as Sejuani ordered?"

She cocked her head, guiding Fortune's head up and down her cock with a casual press of her hand - well, Fortune knew she wasn't so much guiding, but rather acting as a limiter - she had to go down as far as Ashe's hand indicated, and when she tried to rise, she had to stop again when pressure was applied. She could do little more than bob her hand and swallow the cock, staring up at Ashe with annoyed eyes, her hands clamped down tight in a double-fist that only barely surrounded the engorged girth. 

"You can't be in love with her..." Ashe mused, cocking her head, "And you're too recent of an acquisition for it to be loyalty. You are a slave, after all..."

Ashe trailed off, and a resigned smile rose to her lips. "Ah. She's broken you, hasn't she? Shattered your resolve on the pillar of her cock, hm?"

She wasn't giving Fortune leeway to reply - her hand was still forcing her down, just another inch at a time, making Fortune sputter indignantly around the shaft of her cock. it slipped through her throat with the same lack of friction, pressing against the narrow walls and stretching them out obscenely, but without the rough and textured heft she had come to grow to love. It was a strange sensation, to be sure, and it reminded her of a time where she'd first obtained Targonian velveteen - softer than silk, flowing like water, dyed a gorgeous purple; it was like that, but so much more solid. 

"A shame for a woman to be broken. It's so much more fun to have that... steel." Ashe cocked her head a little further still, regarding Fortune. "And an even greater shame for that brute to have been the one to claim you. You are far too fine a woman for her."

Ashe, suddenly, pulled Fortune off her cock with a casual flick of her head. Fortune didn't know when her fingers had wrapped into her waves of red hair like that, nor tangled so thoroughly tat she was able to make her scalp stretch, but her thoughts didn't linger. She coughed and sputtered as she rose off, throat clenching, and she glared even more - despite the strings of saliva hanging off her lips. 

"She's my Warmother," Fortune replied evenly, her voice thick. "And I'm her woman."

"Her woman," Ashe repeated, and smiled. Fortune had seen predatory smiles before, both in Sejuani and others that tried to take advantage in a myriad of ways - but Ashe's was something else. It was the smile of someone that had found the breadth of their foe and found them entirely wanting. "Sarah, dear. You don't know what it means to be someone's woman yet." 

Ashe's hand slipped down, through the luscious mane of her hair with stroking fingers that resembled a comb - and a part of Fortune loved it. The regal Queen cupped her chin and cocked her face up, a thumb idly rubbing at the saliva in the corner of her mouth, and she smirked. "And I'm going to teach you that, for as long as I have you."

Fortune wanted to retort, but Ashe was faster than she was. Her hand was already down, grabbing at the golden chain that dangled off her pet collar, and applied pressure - enough to bend the leather, and make Fortune's breath die in her mouth. Ashe was still smirking as she rose up and pulled Fortune along like a dog, using the chain to drag her forward - and Fortune couldn't even attempt to pull back, because the slightest application of pressure was enough to choke off her air supply. Some strange and lewd design of the collar, perhaps, but it was enough - and Ashe was just walking away daintily, regally, giving the redhead not a moment to try and understand what was happening. 

She barely stumbled along as she was pulled so casually, so effortlessly, like a pet. Each pull of the chain made her neck squeeze and her breath catch in her throat, and following Ashe as closely as she could was the only way to gain some measure of relief. Her mind was stuck in a rut between why would Sejuani give me a collar like this? And how dare Ashe do this to me! But she barely had the room to even think over what was going on. She was mostly helpless, stuck and vulnerable, and could only follow as she was pulled into the adjacent room.

It was a bedroom, fit for a Queen. A large bed that should have taken an age to haul up the mountain was set dead-center, replete with four tall posters and a covering of blue fabric. There was an elegant sheet of white fur set over an even more elegant blanket emblazoned with Ashe’s crest. Every inch of the floor was covered in carpets and rugs of the thickest, plushest material, and elegant - if simplistic - furniture was arranged surprisingly tastefully. And there, set dead-center on a display, was the famed Frost Bow that gave Ashe her name. 

It was a room that Sejuani would call soft. It was a room that Miss Fortune would have killed to own for herself, not so long ago. 

She was pulled onto the bed without a second thought - practically hauled over and thrown down, her breath exhaling in a loud rush and her body bouncing against the soft bedding. She scowled, but didn’t get a single moment to recover - Ashe pulled her further, dragging her up the soft mattress, wrapping the golden chain around and around her hand to keep a firm grip on Sarah. The buxom redhead was forced to clamber higher, dragged along as Ashe crawled up the bed, a smirk on her lips. 

“I am going to show you,” Ashe enunciated, “how a true ruler makes love, Sarah.”

Her words were dripping with promise and self-confidence, and it made Fortune shiver. Of course, she didn’t get a chance to put her own words in one way or the other. Ashe, without releasing her chain, grabbed the back of her head with her free hand and slammed it down into the pillow in front of her. It wasn’t a hard movement, and her pillow was so sinfully soft that it actually felt comfortable, but her face was mashed into the light blue fabric and prevented proper speech. At the same time her body was forced down flat against the bed - her breasts squishing into the mattress, her stomach going flat and flush with the soft, tickling fur, and her legs pressed down. 

Ashe mounted her in less than a second. She moved fast - so deceptively fast that it almost confused Miss Fortune. Ashe was just suddenly on her, pressing down, her knees pressing down right beside her thighs and her body hovering over dominantly. Fortune could barely shift her head to look at the Avarosan Queen - she could only glance at her out of the corner of her eyes, her face held down nice and firm by her smooth, feminine hand. Her chain was pulled from the other end, keeping firm control over her - but, as she watched, as very, very deliberately started to wind the golden links from around her hand and over her wrist; freeing up her hand to do what she wanted, but keeping control over the chain. 

Ashe’s hand moved down, and grabbed her thick, saliva-coated cock. She slapped it down against the meat of Fortune’s ass, and a smile was on her lips as she locked eyes with the redhead. Fortune glared, but that was changed quickly into a wince as Ashe pressed her cock down, sliding it through the juicy cheeks of her ass, and down toward her cleft. The loincloth didn’t do anything to protect her, and it was simply brushed aside to grant access to her core - and she had nothing on underneath. Ashe didn’t comment on it, but the look in her eyes was far, far worse for Fortune. 

The head of her cock grazed Fortune’s silken furrow, and the bounty hunter clicked her tongue. Ashe was still staring down at her, still smirking, but her body lowered over Sarah’s - breasts hanging down against the halter-top of her slutty dress, and her thighs moving to surround Fortune’s shapely waist. Her hand guided her cock down at the same time, applying pressure, but, at first, she just gently rubbed the head of her shaft against her entrance. It pushed through the soft lips, not really grinding or squishing as Sej would, but just… caressing. 

She could feel the wetness on the head, and the desire behind it, but the cock just moved against her. It was almost teasing - a prod and a push, a gentle rub and a caress. She ran across her outer lips and across the vivid pink of her vulva, using the head to slip through the gently widening petals, and Fortune set her jaw tight. Ashe betrayed nothing in her gaze, and just stared down very deliberately as she rubbed her cock back and forth. 

It infuriated Fortune. The teasing was pointless, and there was no need for Ashe to build up anticipation - she didn’t care about her. She was just another lay, and her heart belonged to Sejuani - no amount of teasing would make her beg. She stared indignantly over her shoulder, wincing as the head brushed up against her clit and dragged back down again, and ignored the fingers scratching pleasantly at her scalp. 

“Get it over with,” Fortune said dismissively, her voice muffled. “Sejuani wouldn’t have waited so lo - ooooooooh fuck me - ”

Ashe rammed her cock inside in one smooth roll of her hips, instantly driving the breath from Fortune’s lungs and drawing out a protracted squeal. It was done so heartbreakingly casually, just a drop of the hips and a guiding hand, and the liquid-soaked and sinfully smooth cock pierced her through as if her tightness wasn’t even a factor. Worse still, there was no brute force behind it - it was a smooth, piercing thrust, like a rapier going through skin, and it easily cut through the velvet channel of her tight snatch and buried itself into her sopping depths. 

She squealed, because there was nothing else to do at the sudden and intense sensation of being filled. A hard, impossibly long, and impossibly thick dick was sudden jamming up her insides, stretching them out t an extent that made her eyes water, and she could only gasp at the sensation - and worse, she was distinctly aware of how it was only a third of that length, just a portion of the massive shaft that hung between her legs. 

“Sejuani,” Ashe purred mockingly, “doesn’t know how fuck a girl properly.”

Ashe arched her hips, sending her dickhead grinding up against a sweet-spot that Fortune didn't even know she had, and her insides suddenly and powerfully trembled. They clamped down around the impaling slab of girlmeat, but though the length just remained there, pressed against the sensitive bump, her pussy couldn’t get a good grip on the shaft - it was too smooth, too slippery, like a rod of ice.

“But I do,” Ashe continued, arching her hips with agonizing slowness, prodding her spongey dickhead against that sensitive nub that was making Fortune’s insides suddenly flutter around the thickness, “and I’m going to have you crying out my name, Sarah.”

It was a harsh and jagged contrast to the Queen from the meeting, or from what she’d heard from the Winter’s Claw. For sure, Ashe hadn’t been prim and kind since they’d met, but this was just a few shades removed from how Sejuani would act - as if someone had tried to make the same kind of person, but cast them in different moulds. It was almost comical, but when the cock suddenly retracted, she was too busy left gasping to think it over further. The cock moved with silky smoothness, drawing out of her suddenly clamping insides without a hint of friction, and her insides squirmed. 

Ashe thrust again, blindingly fast and without warning, and jammed her cock into her steaming insides with such smoothness that it boggled Fortune’s mind. It was just there, thrusting through the velvet sheath of her insides, somehow sliding between tight pussy walls and peeling them apart as if they were only there for Ashe’s pleasure and not for any other reason. Her insides tightened around the cock as Fortune let out another breathless squeal, feeling the breath driven from her lungs yet again as Ashe went deeper, filling up the aching cleft with hard, throbbing dickmeat that refused to be clasped by her walls. 

Ashe hauled on her chain, tightening the collar around her neck, while her other hand forced her head down further against the pillow. Fortune let out muffled words of annoyance, but there was little she could do as Ashe thrust once more, driving her stiffness up into her soft insides with all the ease of someone spearing a practice dummy. Her movement was precise and perfect, in a way that Fortune could scarcely comprehend - Sejuani was rough, hard, and fast, but Ashe was moving like - well, as if she were an archer aiming for the bulls-eye. 

“See,” Ashe said, her body lowered against Fortune just a little bit more, hovering against her backside. Her dress-covered breasts grazed her shoulders as they hung down under their own weight, and it was with mixed feelings that she realized Ashe had forgone a bra. “It’s not hard to know what makes a woman’s body go wild, Sarah. I’m not a brute, and it’s far easier to make a girl fall in love with me and my cock, rather than something so mundane as to break them - don’t you think?”

She arched her hips with impossible finesse, dragging her swollen cockhead against tight cunny walls and sending it spearing upward into the soft lining of her snatch; she stretched out the wall against her head, pushing it out in ways that it wasn’t designed to be pushed, and driving against another pressure-point that Fortune had never explored before. She gasped against her will as her cunt was expertly probed, and felt her insides shiver in response to Ashe’s movements - pussyflesh rippling around the cock, hugging it as tightly as it could, only for it to retract a mere moment later. 

“Well, it doesn’t quite matter what you think,” Ashe almost chuckled, her voice low and amused. “But I’ll make you learn to love me and my cock, all the same.”

Her hips pulled back with sinful smoothness, and drove back in with a roll and a thrust. Her hard, dense cock speared through her insides, stretching them out as she easily drove her dick down through the entirety of her channel - inch after inch of pink tunnel stretched and filled by cock. She gasped into the pillow as the strange, surreal sensation rolled through her, and shivered as her insides tried and failed to clamp down around the smooth cock. Her flesh moulded to it, hugged it, almost sluttily grabbing at the dick, but the rod simply thrust through it all with liquid ease. 

It was practically gliding, and it sent her inside shivering in no time at all. Much as Sejuani’s meaty bitchbreaker had turned her cunt into mush whenever they fucked, Ashe’s cock was drawing out similar sensations. The frictionless fuck was both surreal and terrifyingly potent, rubbing and caressing at her inner walls with a sort of softness that left her feeling almost dizzy. The Queen stopped not when she got deep enough, but rather whenever she reached a spot that, with a skillful buck of her hips, she drove her cock against and sent the redhead squealing all over again; she was then pulling back, smooth and graceful, and driving forward again.

She was fast, and hard; each movement followed into the next, and there was nothing gentle about it. She was plunging her dick down into her clenching depths with firm strokes, stopping just short of Sejuani’s feral ramming, but Ashe made it seem… dainty. Queenly, almost, turning it from something barbaric into something graceful, and her insides were struggling to understand that. The dick swept in, smooth and easy, even though it was thundering past cunt lips and driving into the deepest parts of her cunt with a graceful rush. It rammed into the walls of her cunt, right up against pressure-points, and drove the breath from her lungs from how visceral it was; she could feel it, as if the cock was unwinding her insides, drawing out sensations that a cock normally lacked the finesse to even attempt to reach.

“Because a woman like you,” Ashe continued, leaning down ever further - almost touching against Miss Fortune, laying over her as she fucked her prone-bone. “Deserves a proper lover, not some barbarian whore. Don’t you?” 

Ashe’s words were some mixture of sweet and mocking, both shooting barbs at Sejuani and assuring her in almost motherly tones that Ashe could take care of her. It made her bristle, but there was never a chance for a response - her skillful hips were sending her dick against sweet-spots that thoroughly unwound her cunt, making her shiver and whimper, while her hand applied a hardness her pace lacked and shoved her face down firmly into the pillow. Her breathing was cut off periodically as Ashe toyed with the golden chain wrapped around her wrist, using it to tighten the collar as the mood struck her. 

“A soft, gorgeous body like this…” Ashe hummed a sing-song tune. “It deserves to be put to use as a royal concubine. You were made for a Queen’s comfort.”

“A-Ashe, you -” Fortune glared, trying to pull her face from the pillow. “You’ve got a big head, do -”

Ashe hauled on the chain, cutting off a portion of her breathing, and drove her head down into the pillow with her other hand - almost smothering her face. At the same time, and far more potently, her cock stabbed down - it drove through the depth of her cunt and into the deepest points yet, with the head brushing aside her tight walls. From there, she bucked and rolled her hips, sending the swollen crown into the tight walls right around her womb, an action that had never before happened to her. It drove her insides wild, sending them suddenly spasming around the thickness, simply because of the sheer foreignness of the act. 

“ Your Highness, ” Ashe said very, very firmly, and Fortune gasped. 

“Y-your - ngh, fuck - ”

“No, that’s not it,” the white-haired woman drawled, chuckling in a way that was positively infuriating - and she accentuated it by rolling her hips again, ramming into a pressure-point that sent a frenzy of motion through her cunt, and then dragging her hips back with the head still lodged there; it was sent grinding across the length of her tunnel, hitting ever sensitive spot along the way with far more intimacy than she’d ever felt from a cock, and she gasped. “Try again.”

“Your highness,” Fortune bit out, her words audibly strained. 

“We’ll work on that,” Ashe chuckled, and thrust her hips hard. Her cock slipped against her insides, making Fortune mewl at the raw intensity that came with having a dick rub against her insides with such ease. She punctuated the movement with a roll of her hips, grinding her head against sensitive spots that made Fortune feel weak in the knees. Her hands curled into the white fur underneath her, grasping weakly, while her cunt trembled. 

Ashe draped herself over her, pressing in with each deep thrust, her body lowering in time to her smoothly rolling hips. She set herself against Miss Fortune, pinning her down with her weight, setting their skin against one another and the insubstantial cloth rubbing. Her soft body almost lounged on top of Fortune’s, with her large, full breasts squishing down, and the surprisingly silky fabric of her dress sliding against her backside. Her thighs pressed down, surrounding Fortune’s thicker, more womanly pair, bracing her hips for the endless thrusting of her cock. 

She didn’t feel at all like Sejuani. She wasn’t as heavy, nor as muscular - it wasn’t even close. Fortune missed that reassuring weight that pinned her down like a doll, and the hard musculature that sent her cunt gushing. She was still the kind of woman that liked nice, hard bodies with the strength to pin her down, and what she got instead was a strange contrast of softness and firmness that left her feeling dizzy. Ashe had just as much power and control as any muscle-bound stud, but it was all backed up by a voluptuous body that was a close second to Fortune’s herself - and it felt nice. 

Even if Fortune wanted to tell herself that Ashe wasn’t her type, the way she was thrusting her cock most certainly was. She rolled her hips with such finesse that it was awe-inspiring, showing a level of skill that was breathtaking. Every movement was perfectly precise, hitting exactly where she wanted to, reaching depths with such ease that it left her insides coiling uselessly around the stiffness. She gasped and mewled as pressure point after pressure point was hit, drawing out sensations that she could scarcely believe in less time than should have been possible. 

“You feel like you’re enjoying yourself,” Ashe purred, and the rolling, husky timbre set Fortune’s nerves alight. Sejuani’s rough voice did wonders for her, but there was something innately attractive about such a smooth, regal voice dropping so many octaves and yet still coming out with such sensuality. 

“That’s not -” Fortune started, but again, was driven into a squeal as Ashe thrust her hips just right. Her insides fluttered and spasmed, clamping around the shaft, but failed to slow it for even a moment - all Ashe had to do was grind her hips to escape the clinging embrace of her sticky flesh, and rub her dickhead against her sensitive flesh with such potency that it left stars in her eyes.

“No? Oh, but it feels like it,” Ashe purred, but her voice was hard, laced through with something rough. “So clamping and tight… my, it’s almost like you’ve never been fucked properly. Hasn’t anyone fucked you to make you feel good, or do you enjoy just being used like a piece of meat?”

“I’m not -” Another gasp, and another hard push. The cock wasn’t even hitting her womb yet, and there were still several inches left outside, and it was sending thrills through her cunt. She felt so heartbreakingly weak; Ashe just pinned her down and was playing her body like a fiddle, without even trying. 

“I’m going to make you feel good, ” Ashe pressed. “I’m not going to fuck you until all you can think of is cock. No, I’m going to make it so that each time you see your Queen, all you think of is blinding pleasure.”

She thrust down harder, firmer, and yet with that same level of unsurpassed skill that left her insides writhing. Fortune mewled as the cock drove down, her insides instinctively tightening around the thick slab of girlmeat that was plunging through her folds and into her hungry depths - and were then sent artificially tightening as the head rubbed up against her sweet spots with a simple roll. The vascular shaft dragged through her insides, rubbing and caressing, gliding across tight pink walls and sending them bulging with the heft of her pale cock.

“I’m going to condition you,” Ashe said, in a voice that was a promise. 

She said nothing further, as if trusting her cock to speak for her. As much as Fortune hated to admit it, it did. It thrust through her rippling sheath with liquid grace, rushing into the pink cove and filling it out with her dense length before drawing back again. Her movements were smooth and precise, letting her cock rub up against the lining of her cunt before stretching it out in awkward ways that sent shivers of pleasure rushing through the redhead’s buxom body. The cock thrust down with almost blinding intensity, using skill and finesse to work out Fortune’s cunt around it; each stroke skilled and deliberate, teasing out the exact reactions that Ashe wanted and then some. 

Ashe settled down against her entirely, pushing the soft curves of her front against Fortune’s almost totally-nude backside, and pressed down. Her squishy breasts moulded to her shoulders like cushions, and Fortune had to let out a shaky sigh at the sensation. The Queen’s stomach roiled against her spine as her hips rose and fell, smoothly arcing back and then driving forward as if being prone-bone wasn’t a problem in the slightest. Her hips thumped down against Fortune’s fat ass, sending the flesh clapping - and with each inch of cockmeat that filled out her cunt, had backside cratered in just a little bit more. 

“Such a gorgeous ass,” Ashe purred, a smile on her lips. “Normally people compliment mine, but this ?” Her hand reached back and groped the mass of the redhead’s ass, in the brief moment where her hips were pulling back. “ This is just perfect. Was there ever an ass better suited for serving a Queen?”

“It’s not -” Fortune gasped weakly, “it’s not -”

“It’s not what, Sarah?”

“I-it’s - nnngh - ” Ashe’s cock probed around her snatch, her hips just idly grinding; it stirred her up like someone mixing sugar into their drink, and she positively mewled like a slut in heat. 

“Use your words,” the Queen continued, low and mocking, her hand pulling at the redhead’s hair in a way that was both painful and oh-so-delicious. 

It’s not your ass to have, was what she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t speak at all, in fact, as the moment her mouth opened again, Ashe drove her hips down - and it was all the way down. Her dickhead suddenly slammed against the entrance to her womb with an impact that rivalled Sejuani’s, and her body was sent squealing. She gasped messily as the head probed her cervix, applying pressure to the spongy mass, before her hips rolled and the rubbery mass was sent sliding against it. For a single moment, Fortune swore she saw stars - and then Ashe was shifting back again. 

Her hips thumped against her ass, and her cockhead rammed against the entrance of her womb for a second time - and then a third time, drawing out a ragged gasp from Fortune’s plump lips. A hand tugged at her hair, pulling her neck back, and she felt Ashe’s lips against the back of her neck in the next moment. The Queen let out a low, feral purr as she worked her hips back and forth, the movements smooth and cyclical, driving the full length of her cock through Fortune’s sopping channel with such skill that it made a mess of her insides - and she could do nothing about it.

“Come, Sarah,” Ashe said, her hand yanking on her hair to expose more of her neck. Her lips pressed against the soft curve, tender and teasing, and Fortune shivered at the pleasant sensation. “Why don’t you moan for me? I know how much you’re enjoying this.”

Her lips kissed her neck as her hips thumped down, her pace as quick and merciless as Sejuani’s. Instead of just using raw force and pummeling Fortune’s pussy and body into submission, Ashe used finesse and skill to work her oversized rod back and forth, ramming it down as far as it could physically go in that position and then retracting it in a way that sent her body shivering. It was a sharp contrast to Sejuani, but no less pleasurable; it was turning her body into mush stroke by stroke, like a girl on her wedding night sharing a bed with a consummate lover. 

She gasped and groaned under her breath as the cock thrust in and out, harder and harder by the moment, her ass clapping as Ashe slammed her hips into it in a smooth rush to hilt her cock. There was just so much of it that it boggled Fortune’s mind - it was so long, so hard, and there was more left waiting outside even when the head was rubbing against her womb, begging for entry. She gasped weakly as the cock plunged down, driving through her wet, clamping depths like a spear, parting slick folds and driving into the spongy mass of her cervix like an arrow hitting the bullseye. She gasped out loud each time Ashe hilted her shaft, her insides quivering, her ass shaking as strong hips bore them down. 

“You’re so tight around me,” Ashe purred, kissing Fortune’s neck. Her hand was tight on her hair, forcing her head up despite the prone-bone, stretching her scalp far enough to make it hurt. “You’re squeezing my cock just perfectly. Maybe your body knows how much better I am?”

“N-no,” she whimpered, but that only earned her an even more cruel pull of the hair - enough to make tears spring from her eyes. 

“ Again. ” Ashe almost growled, and Fortune gasped messily. 

“N-no, y-your highness,” She gasped, her body quivering as the head of the cock rammed into her cervix. Her toes curled and fingers tightened, breath coming out in laboured pants. 

Ashe’s soft body rubbed up against hers, and her skin liked the sensation of softness rubbing and caressing, even as her insides were sent bulging from all that dense cockmeat plunging through them. The Queen’s gentle weight rested on top of her almost like a lover, with only her hips pulling back - rising and falling in sinful arcs, working the massive log of her cock through her clamping insides with more skill than half the Freljord together could manage. 

“I think yes,” Ashe corrected her, hips thumping down against her ass in a mind-numbing rhythm that left Fortune mewling. “You’re getting even tighter. You were designed to be used, weren’t you, Sarah? But you’ve never been shown what a real woman could do, and now your body is loving it.”

Fortune wanted to say that she knew exactly what a real woman - Sejuani - could do, but she couldn’t. In fact, when she opened her mouth, only a moan came out - long, low, and throaty. Her insides shivered as the cock hilted inside of her, and her eyes went dizzy and distant as it shoved up against the entrance to her womb as if it was about to penetrate it. Lips were on her skin, making her neck feel pleasant, and softness rubbed up against her backside. Each thrust stoked the heat inside her body, building up into something hotter and messier, and she was soon shaking uncontrollably as the cock plunged down. 

“You want it so bad,” Ashe continued, speaking as one would to a pet - or a willing slut. “I can tell. There’s no need to hide it from your Queen - I can be generous when I want to be, Sarah.”

Fortune wondered when she’d become so weak that the mere thrusting of a cock could make her so dizzy, but she knew the answer before she’d even finished the thought. There was no way anything she’d ever experienced could match the dicks of the two rulers, and the fact that two hung she-studs were even in the same place at the same time - at least, in the same region - was almost laughable. They were magnificent dicks, and Fortune couldn’t help but crave something so perfect. Sejuani had shown her what it was like to give in, but she’d always known how good sex could feel. 

“And I’m inclined to be generous with you,” Ashe pressed on, continuing to probe and tease, wearing her down moment by moment. “As long as you play nice for me, darling.”

Her hips thumped down over and over in an almost mind-numbing rhythm, making Fortune gasp and groan. Her hips shifted weakly as the cock came pumping through her outer folds and drove into the silken flesh of her snatch, impaling it in long, full motions that made her want to roll her eyes into her skull. Her insides felt hot around it, a messy heat building up inside of her. She felt frustrated from the day’s events, and the lack of attention from Sejuani - she was dearly wishing she had gotten a quick fuck from her master right about then, because her body was craving a good fucking, and Ashe was providing it and then some. 

“Fuck,” she whined messily, “Oh, fuck - ”

“Enjoying yourself?” Ashe laughed musically, her head pulling back to plant a soft kiss against her cheek. “I can feel that you are, you gorgeous little slut. You’re so nice and tight - your body begging to be fucked properly.” She smirked. “You haven’t even given in yet, and I’m already making you feel so good. Wouldn't it be nice to beg for me, Sarah? To submit to your superior?”

“N-no, my hi - your - ah - ” Fortune let out a panting breath as the cock rammed into her cunt, driving in harder and faster, working her cunt out loser around it. She lost her grasp of words as the cock worked the length of her hole, and shivered as those fat, swollen balls clapped against the tremendous curve of her ass. Plops rang out with each downward swing of her hips, sending her sack slapping down, and Fortune could almost feel the seed churning inside. 

...When did I become such a whore? Fortune thought for a single, weak moment, recognizing the tightness in her cunt and the desire in her core. She had always been impossible to tame, and she didn’t know if it was because of Sejuani, or the simple act of being broken in like a horse, but her body was complacent in the fucking. Maybe it was just because Ashe was so damn good, but it left her gasping and mewling, her breath panting from her lips with each thrust, her insides quivering with bliss. 

Ashe was hitting every single sweet spot with ease, and did so repeatedly. She fucked for her own pleasure, but she wasn’t just using Fortune as a warm hole. She fucked her to make her body betray her, forcing it to indulge in spite of her resistant mind, and the redhead could recognize that. She could also do nothing about it, because she was loving it - every pump, and every thrust. She wanted more, and it wore at her mind. She felt so needy, and it was like Ashe knew it, too, and knew exactly how to drag those emotions out to the light - moment by moment, thrust by thrust, making her shiver and groan. 

“Such a good slut,” Ashe purred, arching her hips in a way that made Fortune tremble against her. “...Beg for it, Sarah, and I might just let you cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I - I’m not -” Her hair was pulled, and she gasped weakly. Ashe didn’t even speak, but Fortune was already correcting herself. “Y-your Highness, I - I’m not -I don’t - h-hah - “

“I can’t understand you,” Ashe laughed, her hips spearing down and down and down in a relentless rhythm that left her gasping. “You’re too busy moaning. A sweet sound, I’ll admit; one I’m going to enjoy listening to as you share my bed.”

She thrust her hips hard, and once more sent her pussy rippling. Fortune gasped weakly, hands clutching at the furs, her insides shivering with bliss. She felt that heat burning, and each thrust Ashe made was stoking it higher - and the Queen knew it, and did so deliberately. It was like she knew every single button to press to make Fortune a mewling slut, and each string of her body was plucked in a perfectly lewd harmony. 

“Cum for me, my gorgeous concubine,” Ashe purred, her voice throaty and low. “Show me what a good slut you are for your Queen, like I know you want to be.”

Fortune didn’t. Fortune didn’t want to be anything for Ashe, but fuck, did her cock feel magnificent. Each thrust shook her womb to its core, each probe and slam of her head sending her cunt stretching and then clamping down, working her ragged around it. Heavy, fat balls came clapping down against her, slamming against the curve of her ass, and ramming into the spongy line of her slit. It left her breathless and dizzy, more and more by the moment, and she felt herself slipping as if in slow motion.

“Or maybe,” Ashe hummed, “you'd rather I stopped? Pull out right now, and leave you?”

“I -” Yes, her mind screamed. “I.” Yes. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

“Your highness, please, ” was all Fortune could gasp, and Ashe was smirking against her neck. She slammed down hard - harder than before, ramming another full inch of her cock inside of her fertile cunt, and the sudden, impossible feeling of being so full of cockmeat washed through her in an intense wave that left her squealing. But in that same moment Ashe’s cock throbbed and swelled, faster than Sejuani’s would have, and it throbbed just as hard as her thrusting - a sign of imminent release, and Fortune, for a single moment, found herself eager for it.

“Please?” Ashe laughed. “I’m going to cum inside of you, Fortune, like you deserve. Is that what you want? To have your Warmother’s cock-sleeve filled up with her rival’s seed?”

No! Her mind screamed, and instead, she mewled out a pathetic, “ Fuck - ple-ease d-don’t stop -”

Ashe hummed out a low, throaty laugh as her hips pumped down at an impossible rhythm of speed, thrusting through her silken snatch. Her cock throbbed harder and harder, pulsating with raw need and desire, stretching her out wider with each thrust, and Fortune found herself ready for it. Her body, conditioned by Sejuani to please her cock and take her cum, was ready and waiting for her seed. It knew what it wanted, and made no distinction between the two women - after all, both were monstrously hung and powerful women, and her body only wanted to be on the receiving end of their glorious shafts. 

“Then take my royal seed,” Ashe husked, “you redhead slut - ”

She slammed down, hitting her cock almost all the way inside, filling out her slender tunnel with the weight of her throbbing cock. Her dickhead was tight against her womb, and with a plaintive throb, she started to upload the contents of her obscenely swollen balls right inside of Fortune’s cunt. It wasn’t Fortune’s first creampie, and not ‘her first rodeo’, as she was apt to say - but she had never, in her life, taken a load like Ashe’s. 

It was cold. It wasn’t hot like cum should be, but cool like ice - like winters snow, or freezing water, or anything except for what cum should have felt like. The first rope hit her cervix, and her eyes went terribly wide; a gasp of incredulity on her lips, but nothing but a panting moan left them. It was icy-cold, and the first rope of seed of seed was soon joined by another that was exactly the same, spattering against the entrance of her womb as if painting it over. It was thick - so much more so than Sejuani’s, and almost gelatinous in how it slurped against her core; almost like molasses. 

Ashe growled as she sheathed her cock down, her balls throbbing powerful against her cunt, and spat out rope after rope from the tip of her bitchbreaker as if she were pumping out cum from a hose. The abnormally thick seed surged through her cervix in moments, the sudden deluge spat at point-blank range being far too much for her cervix to handle, and it flooded her womb in seconds. The cool, almost freezing baby-batter spattered against the back of her fertile cunt and washed through it in waves of syrup-thick fluid, drenching the many pink inches before filling it up to the brim.

“There we go,” Ashe husked, pulling on her hair even harder, forcing her head to face the sky as she was held down prone-bone. 

 It was the strangest sensation that Fortune had ever felt. She had never heard, nor thought of, freezing semen - and for a single gleeful moment, she was happy. The fact of the matter was that the Frost Archer was known to have some measure of control over her element, and all the strange feelings -the cold body, the bloodless skin - fell into place. Whatever Ashe was, it was something more than strictly human - and she was taking all of that seed right inside of her snatch, pump by pump and gush by gush, letting the virile ropes plaster across her insides and paint them over. 

It set Fortune off hard. It wasn’t just a fuck with a Queen, a normally lofty and ecstatic thought in the first place, but with someone with icy power running through their veins. Her body loved it; relished the idea of someone with such power using her to get off, and so got off because of it - or, maybe, it was because of all that strange, cool, and thick seed stretching out her snatch. Either way, her body spasmed in climax, and orgasm surging through her in record time - limbs quaking, electric tingles rushing along limbs, her jaw weak and quivering. It was intense, far more than she expected, and from someone other than her warmother, no less. 

Her orgasm didn’t judge between women, though, and it took no small measure of glee from being filled up by her cool baby-batter. The icy substance flooded her snatch and stretched out pink walls in the gaps between cock and cunt, and formed a strangely thick ocean of seed around it. The cock throbbed and spasmed, with Ashe sighing in time with her release, while her massive balls pulsated against her cunt lips. The load was pumped into her without care - Fortune might have expected better sense from a Queen, but Ashe acted as if she was happy to be potentially breeding a bastard in her womb. 

"Such a good cumslut," Ashe growled, her hand tight in Fortune's hair and her lips pulled into a grin. "Taking every last drop. Tell me, is it because you want it, or because you were ordered to do it?"

Fortune only moaned, because Ashe's cock was still coming, shooting out her impressive load in thick ropes. More and more came splattering out by the moment, surging through her pink insides in virile, potent waves of chilly seed, making her core feel cooler than before - remarkably so. The heat of her orgasm was almost entirely soothed by the chilly baby-batter, and it left her gasping whorishly - a sound that grew more intense as Ashe yanked on her hair, a smirk on her fine lips. 

"I expect an answer when I speak," she said firmly, and Fortune gasped. 

"Y-yes, y-your H-highness - " 

"Stop stuttering," she demanded, voice cool as ice, and Fortune groaned, eyes rolling up into her skull as thick, heavy balls swirled with seed and sent another stream into her snatch. The load was just as thick as any of Sejuani's, but given how much thicker her exotic seed was, it felt like so much more. 

"Yes, your Highness!" Fortune squealed, jaw shivering, her body still soaring the highs of climax. 

"Yes? Yes, you like being filled up with my royal cum?" Ashe was smirking in the manner of someone that rarely got to let loose, and was thoroughly enjoying it. "Being a good slut for your Queen?"

"I..." She swallowed hard, biting down on a quivering lip as if she could stop herself from speaking.

"Answer promptly when spoken to -"

"Yes," she whimpered, her body shivering with bliss, her fingers tight and toes tighter still, her insides still roiling in her climax.

"I know," Ashe drawled. "I told you that I can make you feel good, my gorgeous concubine - and I'll make you feel so much better."

There was a sudden fit of motion, and Fortune, still coming off her orgasmic high, was left squealing as Ashe suddenly pulled her cock free with a squelch and a rush of cum, and flipped Fortune over like a sack of meat. There was little delay, and no pause between her actions; she set Fortune down on her back, and the messy, sweaty redhead was soon lying right underneath the Queen. Her breasts sloped proudly on her chest, and her silky bra was left tangled around the fleshy orbs; necklaces were tossed haphazardly on her neck, and her hair was a tangled mess around her shoulders.

Ashe, though, looked pristine; fresh as the driven snow. She almost proudly stripped her dress off with a single smooth movement, graceful as a dancer, and tossed it aside. Her body was as perfect as it looked: pale enough to look frostbitten, and totally unblemished. Her stomach was soft and smooth like a sheet of ice, with just a few thin lines to show her definition. Her breasts were large, fleshy orbs, standing proud on her chest and capped with rose-pink nipples. Hips were wide, and her waistline narrow, while arms were fair and athletic. She was nothing like Sejuani, but she still looked like a goddess - and one that Fortune was meant to serve.

Ashe wasted no time at all. She swept down, grabbing at Fortune's thighs and spreading them wide. The redhead was still gasping, still struggling to breathe properly, and could only barely note the ice-blue cum staining her thighs; thick as molasses and cool as ice, it stood out against her creamy skin. There was little time to focus on that, however, as Ashe was settling over Fortune without delay, her cock pointed down like a spear -

Fortune moaned loudly as the cock drove into her silken furrow for a second time. With the same relentless intensity as before, and the same strength and power that Sejuani brought to bear, Ashe rammed her cock down into her core. She did so without a second thought, returning her shaft to the clenching tightness as if it belonged, and her insides practically squealed with bliss at being filled up. It made no distinction between the cock of the Queen and that of her Warmother, and while her mind screamed at the fact that her body was liking it, it was as if she were of two different minds. 

"My gorgeous concubine," Ashe purred, leaning down over her. Her hips bucked in that familiar way that let her rubbery cockhead rub up against her fluttering sensitive spots, drawing out more whines. Her dick moved with such finesse that it made her brain ooze with bliss, and she could swear for a single sweet moment that she was melting. "Let's teach this body what it means to serve a Queen."

Her voice was so low and seductive, it was as if it was designed to sweet-talk girls into giving up their bodies to her. It would have effortlessly charmed her in a bar, that was for sure, but now she was already lying on her massive, comfy bed, with her equally massive and painfully engorged cock slamming down into the depths of her cunt. It reached so deep without nary a hint of effort, piercing through the lush walls and stabbing into the steaming depths of her snatch, and it made her eyes roll back with a groan. 

"Fuck me," she whined, and tried not to stare as Ashe hovered over her so dominantly. 

"What was that?" She asked in a regal voice, her hips arching back again so potently hard that it rubbed up across the velvet lining of her cunt. A shudder ran through Fortune's buxom frame, and her breasts quaked on her chest. 

"F-fuck my, M-my -"

"Properly." Her voice was tight, and her hand shot forward to cup Fortune's chin and force her head up. Her hips speared down at the same time, drawing out an agonizing sputter from her lips, and she felt her insides coil powerfully around the shaft. 

"Fuck me, my Queen," she hissed out, both hating and adoring the way the words tasted on her lips. 

Ashe smirked - and she was smirking as her hips speared down, her pelvis colliding with Fortune's core, hard and brusque. Her cock worked through her sopping channel with unparalleled finesse, jabbing at all the sweetest spots of her tunnel before pulling back again. Her walls shivered and flexed, undulating in an impossibly needy wave, with cries escaping the redhead's lips on each impaling thrust. Whenever the head reached deep enough to kiss her womb she was positively squealing, unable to hide the pleasure that was rolling through her buxom frame moment by moment, stroke by stroke. 

She pressed down, arching her hips with agonizing skill, and Fortune's eyes rolled again. Her insides shivered as Ashe's cock pushed through her core, ramming down with a frictionless thrusting that left her mind spinning - her cunt, clamping down like a vice, still couldn't get a good grip on it, no matter what. It just smoothly thrust in and out of her tight snatch, like silk rushing through her velvet embrace, hilting against the entrance of her womb with such mind-numbing intensity that she was left dizzy. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, Sarah?” Ashe asked poignantly.

“I -” No. “- nnngh - Please -”

Ashe sighed - a sound filled with disappointment, like that of a parent. Without even trying, and without any visible sign of movement, Ashe’s hand snapped down - from chin to neck, quick as a viper. Sejuani was fast, but Ashe was faster - maybe because she was more limber, or her archer’s grace, but in less than a second she had her hand clamped down around Fortune’s neck, tight and hard, her fingers digging into the creamy skin.

“Must I get rough?” The Queen mused, her eyes hard and intense - but not as hard or intense as the march of her cock, which rammed into her snatch with full-bodied strokes that left her whining. “Or is this the only teaching method you understand?”

Fortune couldn’t speak. Ashe’s hand was frightfully tight around her neck, and even with the collar half in the way, her fingers had a strong grip on her neck - and she wasn’t at all afraid to apply pressure. Fingers dug down and her palm pressed in, cutting off Fortune's air supply with a single squeeze, and the redhead let out a gasp of air - and found nothing to fill her lungs again. There was no realization, but Fortune’s eyes widened all the same. Ashe, instead, smirked. 

Her hand squeezed down harder, cutting off any and all attempts at breathing. She did it casually, as if it was her right, and Fortune really couldn’t do anything about it. Her hands scrabbled at the bedding, a mixture of hesitation and already cemented wariness holding her back - she didn’t want to grab at Ashe and fight her off, and previous experiences with Sejuani had very thoroughly dissuaded her from such an act. It was, of course, made entirely pointless when Ashe thrust again, and electricity was sent surging through her body. 

Ashe’s plan was very obvious from the get-go, but that didn’t mean that Fortune could handle it. She was choking her off, ensuring that she couldn’t breathe and fill her lungs, while her hips very deliberately rolled her cock and teased at her g-spots and pleasure-points. She did all the things that would make Fortune gasp and mewl, and yet, the redhead simply couldn’t. She had no air to try, and the hand was so tight around her neck that she couldn’t fight it off - and as the cock thrust forward, caressing and rubbing and prodding in all the right ways to make her see stars, her fingers were too busy stabbing into her palms and grabbing at the comforter to do otherwise. 

“Is this what you enjoy, my little whore?” Ashe hummed, her hips spearing down so hard and so amazing that Fortune wanted to cry out - but she couldn’t. Those fingers only gripped tighter, choking her neck, and it left her wondering why Ashe instead of Sejuani was the first to do this to her. “A little bit of… breath play during the main course?”

It was a rhetorical question, for answering was entirely beyond Fortune’s capabilities. She Wheezed out gasps of air as the cock hammered down into her clenching depths, reaming her out around its pale and sinfully smooth length. She could just barely see the full, turgid length, slipping in and out of her pussy lips to ram into her cervix several moments later. It wasn’t every inch on offer, but the majority of the shaft found a home in her cunt - and it stretched her out around it, turning it into a sheath for her prick. 

Ashe squeezed harder still, and Fortune opened her mouth in a silent cry. Tears prickled at her eyes as the cock hammered down, the thick, meaty thwaps filling the room in a way that was far too lewd for someone as Queenly as Ashe. Her thick and cool cum was churned inside of her slick snatch, turned into a frothy mix as if it was butter and then smeared across the soft pink. Some of it squelched out from around cock and cunt, and drizzled over the fat cheeks of her ass in the few moments before the Queen’s tremendous ballsack came clapping down.

Ashe’s head dove down suddenly, and her mouth practically smashed into Fortune’s parted lips. There was no breath in her mouth, and her throat was painfully constricted, but that only made Ashe smirk against her lips. She didn’t care at all that Fortune was unable to reciprocate, and, in fact, that only seemed to make her even more satisfied. She was able to plunge her tongue down into the waiting warmth and effortlessly batter down her tongue, shoving into the floor of her mouth, and then ran her pink - and entirely cool - muscle around her jaw without a single care in the world.

Her lips pressed in hungrily, even as her cock hammered down in a dizzying rhythm. Her cunt screamed out in bliss as the cock reamed through all those sweet spots and drove into her spongy cervix, driving the non-existent breath from her lungs. She felt increasingly lightheaded, but she was entirely at Ashe’s mercy - and the Queen was too busy making out with her to care. She swiped across her mouth as if mapping out every last inch, committing it to memory while swapping spit. Ashe’s was cool as her cum, and it cut through the haze of her mouth in a way that was oddly pleasant, if utterly foreign.

Ashe kissed her, choked her, and thrust down with the same level of potency, fucking her without a care for how she could take it. Fortune couldn’t breathe, and she felt her lungs burn in protest. They desperately tried to start pulling in oxygen, but whatever she wheezed in was suddenly driven out when the cock rammed into her womb. She felt like a squeaky toy, played with at the leisure of her master; and her body, despite everything, adored it. 

Ashe pulled back, lips against hers, and let out a throaty purr that set her core burning with desire. “Breath.”

Her grasp slackened, and for a moment, Fortune could pull in a lungful of blissful air - only for her hand to clamp down again, cutting off her air supply before she could even properly fill her lungs, and left her wheezing. Ashe smiled down before diving in for a second, hungry kiss, forcefully making out with the woman that couldn’t do anything about it. Her hips never paused, and she worked her cock back and forth with the same level of finesse that she had shown so far. 

There was no pause, no break, and no loss of momentum. She just kept moving with the same white-hot pleasure, teasing and playing with her cunt like it was hers to do with as she willed. It was like her body was an instrument for Ashe’s pleasure, and the Queen deftly plucked at every string she could, almost as if fine-tuning it for perfection. The redhead just writhed, unable to cope, unable to so much as breathe. 

“Again,” Ashe ordered, and she pulled in a greedy gulp of air as her throat was, again, constricted like a vice. She gasped as best as she could around the tight fist, her insides shivering and her body quivering underneath of Ashe’s. Soft breasts grazed her own, and nipples pressed together for a few brief moments whenever Ashe moved in just the right way. Shivers ran through the redhead’s voluptuous frame, and her curves trembled. Her gaze went unfocused as the cock plunged in and out of her warm, hungry depths, providing pleasure so agonizing that it made her feel like a molten mess on the bed. 

Her insides contracted harder and harder by the moment, thrust by thrust, and Ashe was smiling against her lips even as she worked her tongue through her mouth. Her hand got even tighter, and in reply, her cunt contracted just a bit more. The Queen chuckled musically into her mouth, but didn’t stop her thrusting hips; she worked them down, driving herself as deep as she could manage before retracting with a sinful roll that caressed her insides and drove her crazy. 

“You like this,” Ashe noted, pulling away. “You’re enjoying it.”

Her hand was still tight around her neck, and Fortune could do nothing - nothing at all as the cock thrust, stoking the heat of her insides until it built up into the same furious hotness as before, like a furnace. Her insides shivered and contracted, almost milking the smooth cock, but nothing she did impeded its progress. It just moved with the same agonizing rhythm, in and out, smooth as silk.

“Should I let you cum?” The Queen cocked her head. “I wonder.”

Fortune worked her jaw pointlessly, her neck now incredibly sore and her esophagus aching. Her body was burning - an ache in her belly that she couldn’t handle, and a roiling in her pussy that was driving her wild. Ashe’s cock felt glorious, and there was no denying her raw skill. Just how many women had she bedded to get so good? It was impossible to tell, but Fortune was the latest in a long line, she was sure, and her defiance - such that it was - melted away entirely in the face of another alpha female. 

“Maybe I’ll just stop moving,” Ashe decided, holding suddenly and awfully still for the first time. “And if you want it, Sarah, you can get yourself off. Maybe, then, I can be convinced to let you breathe again.”

Her hand squeezed tighter still, a literal vice on her neck, and Fortune was faced with the oddest carrot-and-stick scenario of her life; she had to follow along lest she be choked into unconsciousness, and her body was craving the sensation rolling through her. Just the fact that the cock had stopped moving, lodged halfway into her tunnel, and sat there like a log that her squirming walls couldn’t gain purchase against was infuriating. And yet, she didn’t want to - she had to think of Sejuani, her Master, her love, who - who - 

Oh, fuck, Fortune whined internally, her eyes almost glazing over. Her hips, almost in spite of her own mind, unconsciously started to buck; they sent her snatch sliding along the cock, grinding it against her insides as if mashing them up, stirring up the well-churned cum in her cunt with lewd squelches. Her pelvis rocked up in frantic, weary arcs, her body weak from lack of oxygen, but they moved all the same - and Ashe smirked down at her proudly.

“That’s it,” she cooed, suddenly sweet. “Such a good girl.”

Her hand was still painfully tight, though, and her eyes were hard and fierce, and Fortune couldn’t meet her gaze at all. She was almost devastatingly beautiful when hovering above her so dominantly, and it was about then that Fortune realized just how weak she was to women like this - women that could turn her into putty without visible effort. Her hips continued to grind up against the agonizingly frozen cock, rubbing her insides against it, and her eyes glazed over and rolled up as pleasure mounted inside her core; it was like she was chasing something, rushing toward the edge of -

She let out a breathless gasp and her spine curved inward, sending her breasts slapping up against Ashe’s. The Queen just bucked her hips once in a sudden fit of movement, and rammed every last throbbing inch of her fuckmeat straight inside of her squirming snatch - one hard rush of movement that impaled her straight through, and even that last elusive inch that had failed to penetrate was there, jammed inside her, filling her out so viscerally that her eyes genuinely watered. Tears streamed down her face as the sudden thrust drove her insides wild, and she was thrown over the edge of another climatic orgasm in no time at all.

Her cunt roiled, contracted, and milked hard, almost painfully so, gripping at the turgid meat-shaft with enough force to make Ashe groan. Honey and juices flooded her snatch, turning into a sloppy mixture with the already-churned cum and sending it gushing down around the thick shaft. Her body writhed as she let out breathless huffs, unable to properly express herself while her lungs were burning for air. For a moment, she even though she was passing out from the overstimulation - it was almost too much, even for her.

It was a strange thought, to be sure.

“That’s it,” Ashe repeated, her free hand moving to caress Fortune’s red hair. “See how much better submission feels?” Her eyes flicked down, examining her flushed face. “Maybe I’ll show you a bit more, hm?”

Ashe didn’t let her just ride out her orgasm. Before the last word rolled off her tongue her hips were drawing back through her fluttering quim and then driving forward with body-shaking force, sending even more ecstatic surges of pleasure through her body. Ashe resumed fucking her sa if she’d never stopped, and she did it right through Fortune’s orgasm - and it was far too much for her to cope with. The feeling of her thrusting, using every last inch of her ten-inch monster-cock, driving her thick, walnut-shaped head into her cervix before dragging it along her most sensitive spots was overwhelming; she simply couldn’t handle it, not without any air in her lungs. 

“Cum for me,” Ashe husked, driving her hips down with more strength and power than before, ramming it through quivering folds and squirming walls like a spear of ice. She thrust down hard and fast, sending her pelvis clapping against Fortune’s core and her balls thumping against the sweaty, juice-soaked curve of her ass, and the redhead writhed. Her thighs spread wide and slapped against Ashe’s hips, almost as if struggling to coax her in deeper, while her toes curled and feet dragged through the soft, white fur underneath her. It was pure sensory overload, and that was it - but she’d never felt it on such a scale before. 

“Cum for your Queen,” Ashe continued, driving her cock in harder, faster, each thrust stretching her out and quelling her aching folds by dint of girth. Fortune saw stars more than once as Ashe worked herself through her sopping snatch, her rhythm smooth and unbroken, her hips moving like a figure-skater. She was all elegance and authority, and while it proved a sharp contrast to the Warmother, it was utterly delectable in every possible way. 

She came hard, like waves crashing against the shoreline. Her hips bucked hard against the thrusting cock, and bliss soaked through every curve of her body as Ashe fucked her like a machine; the smoothest, most skilled machine she’d ever come across, but a machine nonetheless. It was so different from Sejuani’s raw, rough sex, but Fortune couldn’t say which she preferred in the heat of the moment - both so different, and so, so good. 

“Tell me how much you love it,” Ashe told her, and her grip loosened just enough for Fortune to breathe. She gasped in a few ragged breaths, even as her voice immediately rose up in gasping moans of pleasure, her hips bucking frantically as she rode the high of her orgasm. The cock plunged down, fucking through it, with Ashe dominantly and possessively hanging over her. Fortune’s pause was but a minute in length, but it was enough for the white-haired woman to narrow her eyes. “I’m not used to waiting- “

“I love it,” Fortune gasped messily, her voice coarse and slutty to her own ears. “My Queen. My Highness. Your Highness. I - fuck - I’m - h-hah - ”

“Good girl,” Ashe smirked, and another powerful thrust of her hips sent another surge of pleasure through her cunt. “Now, show me.”

Her hand, finally, left Fortune’s neck, allowing her to breathe properly and unimpeded. Fingers wrapped in her hair and pulled her head up, and at the same time Ashe practically thrust a tit in her face. The soft, doughy mound slapped against her chin and her mouth, and Fortune instinctively started to kiss; she needed to prompting or demanding this time, and just idly pressed her plump lips against the pale, milky flesh, tugging it into her mouth and suckling hard. 

Ashe let out an appreciative groan as her cock thrust down, fucking Fortune in the best missionary she’d ever had in her life. Her lips were tight around breastflesh, and she kissed a sloppy path across the perfectly rounded mound, peppering it with wet marks that sent saliva dripping off the round curve. Ashe held her face against her breast, mashing it in closer, using her chest as a pillow to brace Fortune while her girldick plunged down. It impaled her time and time again, hitting every sweet spot in quick succession before retracting again, and Fortune was left moaning against her breast.

She could barely think. She only saw a white light of pleasure, and she chased it. She didn’t care what she was doing, or how whorish it might have seemed; she didn’t want to earn Ashe’s ire again, and she couldn’t deny how good it all felt. Her lips tugged at a nipple, pulling the pink nub between her hungry lips, and suckled hard; like she was trying to drink up her milk. Her hips, meanwhile, bucked up to match her thrusting pelvis, eagerly impaling her hungry snatch on the thick rod. It rubbed up against her insides in all the right ways, caressing in the same manner as a lover, and it drove her body wild with lust. 

“Isn’t it so nice to know one’s place?” Ashe cooed, pressing her into her breast. White flesh squished against her face, but her mouth still sucked on her nipple all the same. Her tongue rolled and probed the rubbery nub, flicking it, with her teeth occasionally nipping in a way that made Ashe moan. “ Mmmm… What could be sweeter than the assurance of your Queen’s loving embrace, and the warmth of her bed?”

Ashe thrust down, over and over again. It was mind-numbing and pleasing, and even as Sarah came off one tremendous orgasm she felt yet another build inside of her. It was as if Ashe was just effortlessly able to make her cum, and her body was shivering in a way that surely wasn’t healthy. It was like an addiction, with the pleasure being so intoxicating that her body was already craving more of it. It just felt so damn good that Fortune didn’t even want to think of defiance anymore - Ashe was now tied for best damn lay of her life, and it was too much for her to handle. 

It was easier not to think, and just do. She sucked on her breast as prompted, like she was a baby and not Sarah Fortune, while her hips bucked up to fuck herself on the thrusting girldick. She didn’t even care at how sloppy or whorish it made her seem; her brain put up the brief logic that this is what my Warmother commanded, right? As if it were a shield against self-judgment; she knew it wasn’t, though. She was too weak, and Ashe too strong for her - and by the gods of wind and sea how she loved it. 

“Women like you,” Ashe pressed on, voice low and throaty, “are tools of pleasure and comfort for stronger women. And that is perfectly fine; you don’t need to be anything more than that.”

She slammed down hard and fast, and meaty claps filled the tent as flesh slapped against flesh. The hand not holding her head up to her breast moved down, and groped Fortune’s full, heavy breast, her fingers sinking down hard. She bent the pliable mound like dough, squeezing into it until soft breastflesh spilled between her fingers. She mauled it with firm touches and a clamping hand, showing the same level of power and disregard as Sejuani, but with a hand that was as soft as silk and smooth as ice. She pulled back from her ministrations briefly, but only to slap the fat tit and send it bouncing before immediately clamping down again.

“And I’ll take good care of a body like this,” Ashe continued, her voice a promise and command in one. “You won’t be a toy, like the Winter’s Claw treats you. You’ll be the very finest concubine a regent could ask for, with all you might want - and all you have to do is by the natural cockslut you are.”

Ashe chuckled musically, and it was the most beautiful sound Fortune had ever heard. “Sejuani might call that soft, but that’s all you are, Sarah. Soft. Curvy. A slut for stronger women - and that’s all I want you to be. So why not indulge in that?”

Why not? Her mind repeated distantly, and she couldn’t think of a good response other than a sultry moan. Her hands, weak though they were, pulled at Ashe’s curvaceous flanks; fingers scrabbling against marble-like skin, pulling as best as she could. Her arms wrapped around her backside and her hands began to scratch at pristine white flesh, as if clawing at Ashe’s body would somehow alleviate the pleasurable ache in her cunt.

“That’s right,” Ashe drawled, as if her pleasure-soaked cries were a response. “You’re starting to understand what it means to be an Avarosan pleasure-girl. But maybe you need a bit more convincing?”

She thrust in a way that sent Fortune howling, and smirked. “Maybe another load from your Queen will suffice - yes?”

“ F-fuck yes,” she groaned, in awe at how the cock reamed her out. Her hands scratched at her back, clawing at the smooth, pale skin, and found that she could barely find purchase against her smooth backside - she drew lines in the white flesh, but it was slight. It was like she couldn’t make a mark on the Queen’s perfect body, and her hands just pulled and scrabbled pointlessly. 

“Yes?” Ashe’s eyebrow rose, even as her hair sloped over her shoulders. “You want to be filled up with your Queen’s seed, Sarah? Your womb a home for her children?”

“ Yes, please,” she whined, senseless and needy. “M-my Highness - Queen, Ashe - Cum inside me, please -”

“For such a good girl,” the royal laughed, “how can I say no? You’ve deserved your reward.”

She thrust down one final time, and her cockhead hit the bullseye - dead-center against her cervix, and blinding pleasure rolled through Fortune’s buxom body even and was closely chased by a gout of cum. Thick, plaster-like seed suddenly blasted her womb for the second time, with Ashe’s massive, swollen sack pulsating hard. It thrummed with life as seed was sent gushing into her insides with the fury of a storming sea, and the abnormally thick and icy-cold substance quickly laid claim to her snatch. 

Fortune was thrown into her third powerful climax of the day, and the cum surging through her only made it all the more intense. She didn’t understand why it was happening so easily, but with the pleasure so easily obtained and in such quick reach, she didn’t even try to hold back. She cried out with delirious bliss as her orgasm hit her hard, and her hips were sent frantically bucking up against Ashe’s fat girldick. It throbbed in time with her milking, rippling insides, her cunt literally drawing out the thick seed that had just as much of a chance impregnating her as Sejuani’s own cum had. 

To say it was a risk and a betrayal was enough to send a shock of concern through Fortune - she hadn’t even considered what it might mean for her fertile and very possible not-pregnant body to take such a thick load from someone other than her Sejuani, but even as the thought flittered through her mind it was drowned out by the pleasure overload. It came and went quickly, and each spurt and rush of freezing cold baby-batter was enough to push it into the recesses of her mind. Her body didn’t at all care, after all, and the sheer pleasure that came with such a virile and fat load was enough to distract her. 

She undulated on the bed and underneath Ashe, her mouth groaning and moaning around her plump breast while her hips bucked frantically. Her insides quivered as cum splattered against walls and filled them out, with her womb pumped full of chilly seed. Gush after gush sent the molasses-like seed spilling out of her cunt and down over the cheeks of her fat ass, and it slurped against the equally fat balls that were even then pumping it all out with hard pulsations. 

Fortune was left dizzy and delirious with pleasure, her body quivering and quaking with impossible satisfaction - and Ashe just looked smug, her eyes smouldering as they stared down, her breath coming out in pleased husks. 

“You are a good whore,” she praised, inclining her head. “...But I think you could use more convincing, to understand why your loyalties should be to Avarosa - and to me. Don’t you, Sarah?”

“Yes, my Queen,” She gasped senselessly, speaking as if on autopilot. 

“Good.” Ashe let out a sigh. “Because we’ll have plenty of time for this little… culture exchange. ” She smirked, and rolled her hips in a way that ground her cockhead against her fluttering, cum-guzzling cervix, and sent a new wave of absolute pleasure thrumming through Fortune. “And the day is still young, and I’ve yet to work off my frustrations.”

She cocked her head as Fortune mewled. “And you want to comfort your Queen, don’t you, Sarah?”

“Yes,” she moaned out, mouth still pressed against a fat, milky breast. “Yes -”

“A sufficient response,” Ashe laughed musically, and resumed fucking - right through her own plentiful release and Fortune’s spasming snatch, as if possessed of boundless stamina. And Fortune? She was just taken along for the ride. 

I won’t even last a week, was the last clear thought the redhead could manage before her body was thrown into a fit of pleasure all over again. 

The negotiations were another week and a half in, with no end in sight. It was not, however, because they were unable to agree on anything, but rather because they didn’t want to agree to quickly. Neither saw any reason to make the negotiations and their resultant departure happen any sooner than was strictly necessary. The reason was simple: the longer they talked, the longer Ashe was able to use Fortune as a convenient source of stress-relief, and the longer they both could have the sultry redhead huddled under the negotiation table, slurping on their dicks.

They had moved to a smaller room, with a smaller, more intimate table - all for the sole reason of having the redhead underneath it, in easy reach of both their cocks, and Fortune happily licked and sucked away at both of them however and whenever she could. It only took a week for Ashe to give in to the lewdness of it, and ‘allow’ such a thing - but the Queen of Avarosa was clearly loving having someone so willing and needy to service her. The fucking - the endless parade of lovemaking - had cleared up her frustrations, and the constant draining of her balls made her rather agreeable, as Sejuani put it. 

Fortune hardly cared about that. She knew it was her assigned job, but Ashe - just like Sejuani before her - had thoroughly broken her on her cock and gotten her addicted. Sejuani had seen it the very next time they’d met - after Ashe had taken Fortune for a forty-eight-hour fuck session - and she’d only laughed. She wasn’t offended, and not annoyed; she was happy.  

“I knew you were a strong and cold-hearted bitch, Ashe,” she’d cheered, much to Fortune’s confusion. “I knew you had the strength in you. ”

Apparently, to Sejuani, it had been her calculated goal to see if Ashe was strong enough - worthy enough - to break in a ‘wild, fiery mare’ like Fortune. A test, so to speak, that Ashe had passed with flying colours. As far as Fortune was concerned it was the weirdest fucking test she’d ever seen in her life, but given how pleased her newest Master seemed, she was content with it. After all, Fortune now had two of the single best and most powerful lays in her life exerting their control over her, and how could she not please two hung and dominant women? 

So she knelt under the small table, her body wrapped up in the slave garb, tastefully accentuated by Ashe’s own jewelry and some Avarosan silk, while both leaders conversed over the important things. 

“I think that would be...amenable,” Ashe allowed, inclining her head toward Sejuani. 

“Is it?” Sejuani raised an eyebrow. “Good.”

“Quite good,” Ashe replied, her hand pushing Sarah Fortune’s head down on her tremendously long cock, relishing the way it dove down into the depths of her throat and nearly slamming through into her stomach - or so it felt to Sarah; it was hard for her to rationalize when she was substituting breathing for deepthroating. “But I would appreciate you not building watchtowers along the border, if so.”

“I’m gonna build something, ” Sejuani replied. 

“Just not on the border, where it can be seen as a provocation,” Ashe said, waving her hand, and Sejuani shrugged. Her murmured ‘sure’ was drowned out by the sloppy sounds of Fortune deepthroating Ashe’s cock without relent, her head diving down to impale her throat on the long, smooth rod, her brain marvelling at the smoothness of the polished girl-meat - as if it were lubed up with oils. It slid through her esophagus without friction, effortlessly blocking her windpipe, and even as tears fled her eyes she was in adoration for it. 

Sejuani snapped her fingers idly. “How about the river?”

Fortune immediately pulled off of Ashe’s cock with a wet sputter and a rush of liquid, and dove toward Sejuani’s fat log of cockmeat, which was standing tall, proud, and at attention - and still dripping saliva and marked with red lipstick from when Fortune had gobbled it up just minutes earlier. She pressed her lips against it hungrily, her face nuzzling against it and her mouth grasping at iron-hard dickmeat; it was so much veinier and rougher than Ashe’s, and sucking both women off at the same time providing a delicious contrast. 

She didn’t leave Ashe wanting, though, and her hand grasped at her cock even as she focused on Sej’s, and she began to stroke with the best handjob she could muster. She couldn’t get her fingers even halfway across it, and it was so slick with saliva and natural smoothness that her hand slipped off more than once, but she eagerly pumped at the Queenly cock and massaged drool into the white flesh. 

“That will be harder to decide,” Ashe allowed, inclining her head. 

Fortune slurped at Sejuani’s cock from the underside, allowing the immense weight to rest against her pale face. She hungrily licked the cock, running her tongue across the many swollen inches, adoring the way that powerful girlmeat thrummed against her tongue. She could feel its pulse against her lips, and she kissed at it with a mixture of reverence and desire. Her head swept down, toward massive, hanging balls, and she pulled one between her lips with a sloppy sound that cut through the air.

She barely fit it inside, but it didn’t matter. She sucked at it, a groan in her throat, while her hand pulled and stroked Ashe’s stiff scepter with the other hand. She felt fingers in her hair, and recognized the roughness as Sejuani’s - idly stroking, in the way that Ashe had told her that their slut loved. She preened as saliva fled her mouth and drooled onto the floor, but the sound was lost amidst the slurping, sucking, squelching, and furiously pumping hands. 

“It’s of value to both of us,” Ashe continued, “and it will be hard to impartially decide to whom it goes.”

Sejuani sighed. “Ah… fuck being impartial. This is why it’s so much easier to just rape, pillage, and destroy, and then plant my flag in the ashes.”

Ashe smirked. “True. But, if that always worked out, you’d have reclaimed your summer lowlands, wouldn’t you have? But you haven’t, because you can’t, and I am so graciously allowing for their return as a show of good-faith -”

“No, you’re doing that because my fine, red-haired slut is blowing you.”

As if on queue, Fortune popped Sejuani’s fat ball out of her mouth and replaced it with her fondling hand, just as she replaced the hand on Ashe’s cock with her mouth. She ran her tongue across the many engorged inches, lavishing it in loving attention, eagerly sweeping up toward her throbbing tip and then burying it in her mouth. Her head rolled down, taking it into the hot embrace of her mouth, and then she started to bob in a lewd blowjob. 

“True,” Ashe laughed. “And she does it so well - don’t you, dear?”

Fortune popped off her cock for a brief moment, saliva swinging from her fat lips. She couldn’t see either of their faces, huddled under the table as she was, but she looked up at whatever she could see with adoration. “Yes, your Highness!”

“There we have it,” Ashe chuckled, and Sejuani snorted. “...Though, that does give me an idea…”

“Pray, tell,” Sejuani murmured, pausing for a moment to admire the sloppy sounds of churning saliva. 

Ashe smirked. “We’ll let Sarah decide. Or, rather, her body - whoever’s child she has first will be the one to lay claim to the river. A purely impartial decision, I think.”

Sejuani laughed gutturally. “Oh, how lewd of you, Queen Ashe. I love it.” She slammed her hand down on the table, and Fortune swapped women again, with saliva stringing out from her lips and connecting her to Ashe’s cock. “It’s amusing, though, that you think your kid is cooking in her womb.”

“We’ll see who’s seed is superior,” Ashe replied coolly, if smugly - like she knew the answer already, but was just entertaining Sejuani’s fantasies. 

“We will,” Sejuani promised, again caressing Fortune’s hair as she shoved herself down on the cock and let it re-arrange her throat. “But it’s a good plan. If her tyke has blonde hair, the river’s mine; if white, you can have it.”

“Perfect.” Ashe smiled. “...Well. Since we’re on the topic of her fine slut here, who shall we decide on who has her when?”

Sejuani shrugged. “Why am I inclined to share?”

“...Because your whore is potentially brokering peace between our tribes just so that we can both make use of her body whenever we want?” Ashe shrugged. “Because I’m content to put aside differences just to fuck her at my leisure?”

“Oh. Right.” Sejuani laughed. “I guess she’s good for more than just warming beds.”

“Oh, she’s not,” Ashe replied colly, letting out a groan as Fortune swapped back over to her cock, instead. “But many wars down south are fought over a single beautiful woman, and it only makes sense that we come together for the pleasure of using her body.”

“You mean, because you’re desperate enough to give concessions,” Sejuani countered, and Ashe clicked her tongue.

“If your tribe was so strong, you’d be winning every front,” Ashe pointed out, “But you’re not. Besides, this isn't technically peace - just a more civilized arrangement.”

“A quarter for you,” Sejuani said abruptly, “and the rest for me. Since she’s, you know, mine.”

“Half and half,” Ashe countered. “Half the year with you, half with me.”

“You’re not taking my slut for that long, Ashe.”

“She’s my slut, judging by how eagerly she’s swallowing my cock.”

“She’s a whore, doesn’t count.” 

They both laughed. 

“A third each,” Ashe allowed after a long moment. “And then, we’ll… share. More peace meetings… . And tents close enough to walk over whenever we need a bit of relief.”

“How perverted,” Sejuani said dryly.

“I’m just making this arrangement work,” Ashe said, sniffing imperiously - even as she pushed Fortune down on her cock, forcing every last inch into her tight throat. 

“I think it just might,” Sejuani rumbled after a long moment. “

“...We should also, therefore, decide on who marks her where.”

Sejuani laughed. “I’ll put my crest as a tramp-stamp - I like seeing it when I fuck her fat ass.”

“Then mine shall go over her womb,” Ashe said casually, flicking a nail, as if they were conversing about something far more mundane. “So everyone knows who she belongs to.”

“I’m - hah - amenable to that.” Sejuani sat back in her seat, looking under the table and licking her lips. “...But all this talk about playing nice and slutty redheads is making my blood boil, and since we have said fine slut right here on her knees…”

“I’ll agree to a short break,” Ashe conceded with barely even a second of consideration. 

There was a short pause before Fortune was dragged out from under the table, and thrown over it by Sejuani’s powerful arms - and she was sent squealing as her big, fat cock plunged into her cunt without remorse, using raw force to drive through the already cum-stuffed channel and ream it out. At the same time Ashe’s cock returned to her throat, and with a silky roll of her hips, it slid through the narrow channel without a hint of effort. It caressed her throat’s walls in a way that made her purr with delight, and her eyes rolled back into her skull.

Honestly, Fortune was happy she had no say in the negotiations. She didn’t care what they decided on, or how they did so; she was just happy that both were in agreement, and that they were both intent on treating her like the cock-starved slut that she was. Whatever they wanted, whatever bed they wanted her to warm, whoever’s kid they planned on pumping into her womb on any given year, she’d do it. 

As long as the two hung alpha studs didn’t stop treating her like she deserved, Fortune would do anything.